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forward I intent unbar mine eyes.

      And the good Master said: “Even now, my Son,

      The city draweth near whose name is Dis,

      With the grave citizens, with the great throng.”

      And I: “Its mosques already, Master, clearly

      Within there in the valley

      I discern Vermilion, as if issuing from the fire

      They were.” And he to me: “The fire eternal

      That kindles them within makes them look red,

      As thou beholdest in this nether Hell.”

      Then we arrived within the moats profound,

      That circumvallate that disconsolate city;

      The walls appeared to me to be of iron.

      Not without making first a circuit wide,

      We came unto a place where loud the pilot

      Cried out to us, “Debark, here is the entrance.”

      More than a thousand at the gates I saw

      Out of the Heavens rained down, who angrily

      Were saying, “Who is this that without death

      Goes through the kingdom of the people dead?”

      And my sagacious Master made a sign

      Of wishing secretly to speak with them.

      A little then they quelled their great disdain,

      And said: “Come thou alone, and he begone

      Who has so boldly entered these dominions.

      Let him return alone by his mad road;

      Try, if he can; for thou shalt here remain,

      Who hast escorted him through such dark regions.”

      Think, Reader, if I was discomforted

      At utterance of the accursed words;

      For never to return here I believed.

      “O my dear Guide, who more than seven times

      Hast rendered me security, and drawn me

      From imminent peril that before me stood,

      Do not desert me,” said I, “thus undone;

      And if the going farther be denied us,

      Let us retrace our steps together swiftly.”

      And that Lord, who had led me thitherward,

      Said unto me: “Fear not; because our passage

      None can take from us, it by Such is given.

      But here await me, and thy weary spirit

      Comfort and nourish with a better hope;

      For in this nether world I will not leave thee.”

      So onward goes and there abandons me

      My Father sweet, and I remain in doubt,

      For No and Yes within my head contend.

      I could not hear what he proposed to them;

      But with them there he did not linger long,

      Ere each within in rivalry ran back.

      They closed the portals, those our adversaries,

      On my Lord’s breast, who had remained without

      And turned to me with footsteps far between.

      His eyes cast down, his forehead shorn had he

      Of all its boldness, and he said, with sighs,

      “Who has denied to me the dolesome houses?”

      And unto me: “Thou, because I am angry,

      Fear not, for I will conquer in the trial,

      Whatever for defence within be planned.

      This arrogance of theirs is nothing new;

      For once they used it at less secret gate,

      Which finds itself without a fastening still.

      O’er it didst thou behold the dead inscription;

      And now this side of it descends the steep,

      Passing across the circles without escort,

      One by whose means the city shall be opened.”

      That hue which cowardice brought out on me,

      Beholding my Conductor backward turn,

      Sooner repressed within him his new colour.

      He stopped attentive, like a man who listens,

      Because the eye could not conduct him far

      Through the black air, and through the heavy fog.

      “Still it behoveth us to win the fight,”

      Began he; “Else … Such offered us herself …

      O how I long that some one here arrive!”

      Well I perceived, as soon as the beginning

      He covered up with what came afterward,

      That they were words quite different from the first;

      But none the less his saying gave me fear,

      Because I carried out the broken phrase,

      Perhaps to a worse meaning than he had.

      “Into this bottom of the doleful conch

      Doth any e’er descend from the first grade,

      Which for its pain has only hope cut off?”

      This question put I; and he answered me:

      “Seldom it comes to pass that one of us

      Maketh the journey upon which I go.

      True is it, once before I here below

      Was conjured by that pitiless Erictho,

      Who summoned back the shades unto their bodies.

      Naked of me short while the flesh had been,

      Before within that wall she made me enter,

      To bring a spirit from the circle of Judas;

      That is the lowest region and the darkest,

      And farthest from the heaven which circles all.

      Well know I the way; therefore be reassured.

      This fen, which a prodigious stench exhales,

      Encompasses about the city dolent,

      Where now we cannot enter without anger.”

      And more he said, but not in mind I have it;

      Because mine eye had altogether drawn me

      Tow’rds the high tower with the red-flaming summit,

      Where in a moment saw I swift uprisen

      The three infernal Furies stained with blood,

      Who had the limbs of women and their mien,

      And with the greenest hydras were begirt;

      Small serpents and cerastes were their tresses,

      Wherewith their horrid temples were entwined.

      And he who well


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