The Inferno (The Divine Comedy series Book 1)

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by Dante


  And they, inflamed, did so inflame Augustus →

  69

  that welcome honors turned to dismal woe.

  ‘My mind, in scornful temper, →

  hoping by dying to escape from scorn,

  72

  made me, though just, against myself unjust.

  ‘By this tree’s new-sprung roots I give my oath: →

  not once did I break faith

  75

  with my true lord, a man so worthy of honor.

  ‘If one of you goes back into the world,

  let him restore my reputation, which, helpless,

  78

  lies beneath the blow that envy dealt it.’

  The poet waited, then he said to me:

  ‘Since he is silent now do not waste time

  81

  but speak if you would ask him more.’

  And I replied: ‘Please question him →

  about the things you think I need to know.

  84

  For I cannot, such pity fills my heart.’

  Thus he began again: ‘So that this man may,

  with ready will, do as your words entreat,

  87

  may it please you, imprisoned spirit,

  ‘to tell us further how the souls are bound

  inside such gnarled wood, and tell us, if you can,

  90

  if from such limbs one ever is set free.’

  Then the tree forced out harsh breath, and soon

  that wind was turned into a voice:

  93

  ‘My answer shall be brief.

  ‘When the ferocious soul deserts the body

  after it has wrenched up its own roots,

  96

  Minos condemns it to the seventh gulch.

  ‘It falls into the forest, in a spot not chosen,

  but flung by fortune, helter-skelter,

  99

  it fastens like a seed.

  ‘It spreads into a shoot, then a wild thicket.

  The Harpies, feeding on its leaves,

  102

  give pain and to that pain a mouth.

  ‘We will come to claim our cast-off bodies

  like the others. But it would not be just if we again

  105

  put on the flesh we robbed from our own souls.

  ‘Here shall we drag it, and in this dismal wood

  our bodies will be hung, each one

  108

  upon the thorn-bush of its painful shade.’

  Our attention was still fixed upon the tree, →

  thinking it had more to tell us,

  111

  when we were startled by a noise,

  as a man, when he hears

  the dogs, and branches snapping,

  114

  knows the boar and hunters near.

  Now, from the left, two souls came running,

  naked and torn, and so intent on flight

  117

  they broke straight through the tangled thicket.

  The one in front cried: ‘Come, come quickly, death!’

  And the other, who thought his own pace slow:

  120

  ‘Lano, your legs were not so nimble

  ‘at the tournament near the Toppo.’

  Then, almost out of breath, he pressed himself

  123

  into a single tangle with a bush.

  Behind them now the woods were thick

  with bitches, black and ravenous and swift

  126

  as hounds loosed from the leash.

  On him who had hidden in the tangle

  they set their teeth, tore him to pieces,

  129

  and carried off those miserable limbs.

  And then my leader took me by the hand. →

  He led me to the bush,

  132

  which wept in vain lament from bleeding wounds.

  ‘O Jacopo da Sant’ Andrea,’ it said,

  ‘what use was it to make a screen of me?

  135

  Why must I suffer for your guilty life?’

  When the master stopped beside it, he said:

  ‘Who were you, that through so many wounds

  138

  pour out with blood your doleful words?’

  And he to us: ‘O souls who have arrived →

  to see the shameless carnage

  141

  that has torn from me my leaves,

  ‘gather them here at the foot of this wretched bush.

  I was of the city that traded patrons—

  144

  Mars for John the Baptist. On that account

  ‘Mars with his craft will make her grieve forever.

  And were it not that at the crossing of the Arno

  147

  some vestige of him still remains,

  ‘those citizens who afterwards rebuilt it

  upon the ashes that Attila left behind

  would have done their work in vain.

  151

  I made my house into my gallows.’

  OUTLINE: INFERNO XIV

  1–3

  retrospect: the Florentine suicide

  4–6

  the border separating the second and third rings

  7–15

  the hellscape of violence against God: barren sand

  16–18

  apostrophe: God’s just vengeance

  19–27

  three classes of sins punished in the third ring

  28–30

  the hellscape: flakes of fire

  31–39

  simile: flames from sky on Alexander’s army in India

  40–42

  the hands of the sinners in their eternal “dance”

  43–48

  Dante’s impertinent question to Virgil

  49–60

  Capaneus’s monologue

  61–66

  Virgil’s rebuke of Capaneus

  67–72

  Virgil’s “commentary” to Dante

  73–75

  marker of separation between two halves of canto

  76–78

  the river of blood

  79–81

  simile: the river Bulicame

  82–84

  the stone margins of the river will afford them passage

  85–90

  Virgil stresses the importance of this river

  91–93

  Dante’s heightened curiosity

  94–111

  Virgil on the Old Man of Crete:

  94–102

  Mount Ida, paradisal past and deserted present

  103–111

  the old man within the mountain

  112–120

  tears of the veglio form the four rivers of hell

  121–129

  the stream: Dante’s question and Virgil’s answer

  130–138

  Phlegethon and Lethe: Dante’s questions answered

  139–142

  coda: Virgil’s advice that Dante stick to the path

  INFERNO XIV

  Urged by the love I bore my place of birth, →

  I gathered up the scattered leaves and gave them back

  3

  to him, who had by this time spent his breath.

  Then we came to the boundary that divides →

  the second circling from the third.

  6

  And here the dreadful work of justice is revealed.

  To tell how strange the new place was, →

  I say we reached a barren plain

  9

  that lets no plant set root into its soil.

  The gloomy forest rings it like a garland

  and is in turn encircled by the moat.

  12

  Here, at the very edge, we stayed our steps

  at an expanse of deep and arid sand,

  much like the sand pressed long ago →

  15

  beneath the feet of Cato.
/>   O vengeance of God, how much

  should you be feared by all who read

  18

  what now I saw revealed before my eyes!

  I saw many a herd of naked souls, →

  all crying out in equal misery,

  21

  though each seemed subject to a different law:

  some lay face up upon the ground,

  some sat, their bodies hunched,

  24

  and others roamed about in constant motion.

  Most numerous were those who roamed about,

  those lying there in torment fewer,

  27

  though theirs the tongues crying out the most.

  Above the stretching sand, in slow descent, →

  broad flakes of fire showered down

  30

  as snow falls in the hills on windless days. →

  If Alexander, on India’s torrid plains, →

  seeing undiminished flakes of fire fall

  33

  upon the ground and on his troops,

  ordered his men to trample down the soil

  so that the flaming shower was put out

  36

  before the fire caught and spread,

  here untrammeled the eternal flames

  came down, and the sand took fire

  39

  like tinder under flint, doubling the torment.

  Ever without repose was the rude dance →

  of wretched hands, now here, now there,

  42

  slapping at each new scorching cinder.

  I began: ‘Master, you who overcome all things— →

  all but the obstinate fiends who sallied forth

  45

  against us at the threshold of the gate,

  ‘who is that hero who seems to scorn the fire →

  and lies there grim and scowling

  48

  so that the rain seems not to torture him?’

  And he himself, who had discerned →

  that I had asked my guide about him,

  51

  cried: ‘What I was alive, I am in death. →

  ‘Let Jove wear out his blacksmith

  from whom in rage he seized the shining bolt

  54

  he struck me with on that my final day.

  ‘And though he weary all the others, one by one,

  at their black forge in Mongibello,

  57

  shouting “Help, good Vulcan, help!”

  ‘as once he did on the battlefield of Phlegra,

  and though he hurl his shafts at me with all his might,

  60

  he still would have no joy in his revenge.’

  Then my leader spoke with a vehemence →

  I had not heard him use before: ‘O, Capaneus,

  63

  because your pride remains unquenched

  ‘you suffer greater punishment.

  In your own anger lies your agony,

  66

  a fitting torment for your rage.’

  Then, with a calmer look, he said to me:

  ‘He was among the seven kings who once laid siege

  69

  to Thebes and held—and he still seems to hold— →

  ‘God in disdain and to esteem Him lightly.

  But his own spiteful ranting, as I made clear,

  72

  most fittingly adorns his breast.

  ‘Now come along behind me, and be sure

  you do not set your feet upon the burning sand

  75

  but keep your steps close to the forest’s edge.’

  In silence we went on until we came →

  to where a little stream spurts from the wood.

  78

  The redness of it makes me shudder still.

  As from the Bulicame flows out a rivulet

  the sinful women then divide among them,

  81

  so this ran down across the sand.

  Its bed and both its banks were made of stone,

  as was the boundary on either side:

  84

  I saw our passage lay that way.

  ‘In all else I have shown you

  since we entered through the gate

  87

  whose threshold is denied to none,

  ‘your eyes have yet seen nothing of such note

  as is this stream before us:

  90

  its vapor quenches every flame above it.’

  These were my leader’s words. Hearing them,

  I asked him to supply the food

  93

  for which he had provoked the appetite.

  ‘In the middle of the sea there lies a land,’ → →

  he said, ‘a wasteland known as Crete.

  96

  Under its king the world was innocent.

  ‘A mountain rises there, once glad

  with leaves and streams, called Ida.

  99

  Now it is barren like a thing outworn.

  ‘Once Rhea chose it as the trusted cradle

  for her child, and there, the better to conceal him

  102

  when he cried, she had her people raise an uproar.

  ‘Within the mountain stands a huge old man. →

  He keeps his back turned on Damietta,

  105

  gazing on Rome as in his mirror.

  ‘His head is fashioned of fine gold,

  his breast and arms of purest silver,

  108

  then to the fork he’s made of brass,

  ‘and from there down he is all iron,

  but for his right foot of baked clay,

  111

  and he rests more on this than on the other.

  ‘Every part except the gold is rent →

  by a crack that drips with tears, which, running down,

  114

  collect to force a passage through that cavern,

  ‘taking their course from rock to rock into this depth, →

  where they form Acheron, Styx, and Phlegethon,

  117

  then, going down this narrow channel,

  ‘down to where there is no more descent,

  they form Cocytus: what kind of pond that is

  120

  you shall see in time—here I say no more.’

  Then I asked: ‘If that stream flows

  down from our world, why do we see it

  123

  only at this boundary?’

  And he answered: ‘You know this place is round,

  and though you have come far,

  126

  descending toward the bottom on the left,

  ‘you have not come full circle.

  Should some new thing confront us,

  129

  it need not bring such wonder to your face.’

  And I again: ‘Master, where are Phlegethon and Lethe? →

  About the one you’re silent, and you say the other

  132

  is made into a river by this rain.’

  ‘In all your questions you do please me,’

  he replied, ‘but the red and seething water

  135

  might well have answered one of those you ask.

  ‘Lethe you shall see: not in this abyss

  but where the spirits go to cleanse themselves

  138

  once their repented guilt has been removed.’

  And then: ‘Now it is time to leave this forest. →

  See you stay close behind me.

  The borders, which are not on fire, form a path

  142

  and over both of them all flames are quenched.’

  OUTLINE: INFERNO XV

  1–3

  Dante and Virgil continue along the stream

  4–12

  double simile: earthworks in Flanders and Padua

  13–21

  the troop of souls peering at Dante and Virgil
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br />   22–30

  Dante and Brunetto Latini recognize one another

  31–45

  they exchange courtesies and proceed together

  46–48

  Brunetto’s questions (what brings you? who leads you?)

  49–54

  Dante’s responses (my lost state; this guide)

  55–69

  Brunetto: Dante’s promising career and political adversaries

  70–78

  Brunetto’s promise of Dante’s escape and warning to those adversaries

  79–87

  Dante declares his debt to Brunetto

  88–90

  this is the second such prophecy he has heard

  91–96

  Dante says he is firm against Fortune’s turnings

  97–99

  Virgil advises Dante to listen closely

  100–102

  Dante continues, asking Brunetto of his companions

  103–114

  Brunetto: famous men of letters (Priscian, Francesco d’Accorso, Andrea de’ Mozzi)

  115–118

  Brunetto must leave: he must not be with those who come

  119–120

  Brunetto, departing, commends his Tesoro to Dante

  121–124

  simile: Brunetto as winner in the race at Verona

  INFERNO XV

  Now one of the stony borders bears us on →

  and vapors from the stream arise as mist

  3

  protecting banks and water from the flames.

  As the Flemings between Wissant and Bruges, →

  fearing the tide that rushes in upon them,

  6

  erect a bulwark to repel the sea,

  and as the Paduans build dikes along the Brenta,

  to protect their towns and castles

  9

  before the heat brings floods to Carentana—

  in just that way these banks were formed,

 

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