Purgatorio (The Divine Comedy series Book 2)

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by Dante


  and are rested from the long road,’

  132

  the third spirit followed on the second,

  ‘please remember me, who am La Pia. →

  Siena made me, in Maremma I was undone. →

  He knows how, the one who, to marry me, →

  136

  first gave the ring that held his stone.’

  OUTLINE: PURGATORIO VI

  Continuation: seekers of prayer

  1–12

  simile: Dante as winner in a game of dice

  13–24

  six recently deceased souls seek his aid

  25–27

  Dante finally escapes their importuning

  I. The efficacy of prayer

  28–33

  Dante accosts Virgil: doesn’t the text of his poem assert that such prayers as these are vain?

  34–42

  Virgil denies this: (1) God’s will is never forced, (2) pagan prayers were not addressed to the true God—

  43–48

  and Beatrice will make this plain

  Interlude: timeliness

  49–51

  Dante’s desire to continue the journey

  52–57

  Virgil on the limitations on their upward movement

  II. Sordello

  58–60

  Virgil indicates a soul, seated apart, who will show them the way

  61–66

  the modern poet’s apostrophe of this “Lombard soul,” who only silently took notice of their approach

  67–69

  Virgil asks for direction; the soul wants information

  70–75

  Virgil’s mention of Mantua stirs Sordello to reveal his identity and the two townsmen embrace

  “Digression”: state of Italy

  76–90

  poet’s apostrophe of “enslaved Italy”:

  (a) Italy a ship adrift; a brothel (76–78)

  (b) embrace of Mantuans and civil war (79–87)

  (c) Justinian’s empty saddle (88–90)

  91–96

  poet’s apostrophe of the Church:

  (a) its leaders should not have interfered in politics and simply allowed the emperor to govern

  97–117

  poet’s apostrophe of Emperor Albert (†1308):

  (a) curses him for not “riding” Italy (97–105)

  (b) invites him to see woeful Italians (106–108)

  (c) to see distressed noble families (109–111)

  (d) to see “widowed” Rome (112–114)

  (e) to see civil strife and his renown (115–117)

  118–126

  poet’s apostrophe of God:

  (a) has He forsaken Italy or is there a plan?

  (b) Italy is full of tyrants and opposing fools

  127–151

  poet’s apostrophe of Florence:

  (a) ironic denial “digression” is apt (127–129)

  (b) Florentines are just (130–132)

  (c) Florentines are willing to serve (133–135)

  (d) Florentines are rich, at peace, wise (136–138)

  (e) laws of Athens and Sparta no match for those of Florence (139–144)

  (f) Florentine mutability (145–151)

  PURGATORIO VI

  When the game of dice breaks up, →

  the loser, left dejected,

  3

  rehearses every throw and sadly learns,

  while all the others crowd around the winner.

  One goes in front, one grabs him from the back,

  6

  and, at his side, another calls himself to mind.

  The winner does not stop, but listens first to one

  and then another. Those to whom he gives his hand

  9

  then let him be, and so he gets away.

  Such was I among that pressing throng,

  turning my face this way and that,

  12

  and through my promises I freed myself of them.

  The Aretine was there who met his death → →

  at the fierce hands of Ghino di Tacco,

  15

  and the other who was drowned in the frenzied chase. →

  There Federico Novello was beseeching →

  with outstretched hands, and he of Pisa

  18

  who made the good Marzucco show his strength.

  I saw Count Orso, and that soul severed →

  from its body both by spite and envy,

  21

  or so he said, and not for any crime—

  Pierre de la Brosse. And let the Lady

  of Brabant be mindful, while she remains on earth,

  24

  lest she be made to join a flock far worse.

  As soon as I was free of all those shades,

  whose only prayer it was that others pray

  27

  and speed them on to blessedness,

  I began: ‘O my light, it seems to me, →

  that in a certain passage you explicitly deny

  30

  that prayer can bend decrees of Heaven,

  ‘and yet these people pray for that alone.

  Will this their hope, then, be in vain,

  33

  or are your words not really clear to me?’

  He answered: ‘Plain is my writing →

  and their hopes not false

  36

  if with a sound mind you examine it,

  ‘for not demeaned or lessened is high justice

  if in one instant love’s bright fire achieves

  39

  what they who sojourn here must satisfy.

  ‘And there where I affirmed that point

  defect was not made good by prayer

  42

  because that prayer did not ascend to God.

  ‘But do not let these doubts beset you →

  with high questions before you hear from her

  45

  who shall be light between the truth and intellect—

  ‘I don’t know if you understand: I speak of Beatrice.

  You shall see her above, upon the summit

  48

  of this mountain, smiling and in bliss.’

  Then I: ‘My lord, let us go on more quickly,

  for now I am not wearied as I was,

  51

  and look, the hill already casts a shadow.’

  ‘We will go on as long as this day lasts,’

  he answered, ‘as far as we still can,

  54

  but the truth is other than you think.

  ‘Before you reach the top you’ll see again

  the one whose beams you do not break

  57

  because he is now hidden by the slope.

  ‘But see that soul there seated all alone

  who looks in our direction.

  60

  He will let us know the shortest way.’

  We came up to him. O Lombard soul, how lofty →

  and disdainful was your bearing,

  63

  and in the calmness of your eyes, what dignity!

  He did not speak to us →

  but let us approach, watching us

  66

  as would a couching lion. →

  Nevertheless, Virgil drew up closer,

  asking him to point us to the best ascent.

  69

  To this request he gave no answer

  but asked about our country and condition. →

  My gentle guide began: ‘Mantua—’

  72

  and the shade, who had seemed so withdrawn, →

  leaped toward him from his place, saying: →

  ‘O Mantuan, I am Sordello of your city.’

  75

  And the two of them embraced.

  Ah, Italy enslaved, abode of misery, →

  pilotless ship in a fierce tempest tossed,

  78

  no mistress over provinces but a harlot! →

  Ho
w eager was that noble soul,

  only at the sweet name of his city,

  81

  to welcome there his fellow citizen!

  Now your inhabitants are never free from war,

  and those enclosed within a single wall and moat →

  84

  are gnawing on each other.

  Search, miserable one, around your shores,

  then look into your heart,

  87

  if any part of you rejoice in peace.

  If there is no one in your saddle, what good →

  was it Justinian repaired your harness?

  90

  Your shame would be less great had he not done so.

  Ah, you who should be firm in your devotion →

  and let Caesar occupy the saddle,

  93

  if you but heeded what God writes for you,

  see how vicious is the beast not goaded

  and corrected by the spurs,

  96

  ever since you took the bridle in your hands.

  O German Albert, who abandon her →

  now that she’s untamed and wild,

  99

  you who should bestride her saddle-bow,

  may the just sentence falling from the stars

  upon your blood be strange enough and clear

  102

  that your successor live in fear of it!

  In that far land, both you and your father, →

  dragged along by greed, allowed

  105

  the garden of the empire to be laid waste.

  Come and see the Montecchi and Cappelletti, → →

  Monaldi and Filippeschi, those already wretched

  108

  and the ones in dread, you who have no care.

  Come, cruel one, come and see the tribulation →

  your nobles suffer and consider their distress.

  111

  Then you shall see how dark is Santafiora.

  Come and see your Rome and how she weeps, →

  widowed and bereft, and cries out day and night:

  114

  ‘My Caesar, why are you not with me?’

  Come and see your people, how they love →

  one another, and, if no pity for us moves you,

  117

  come for shame of your repute.

  And if it is lawful to ask, O Jove on high, →

  you who were crucified on earth for us,

  120

  are your righteous eyes turned elsewhere,

  or, in your abyss of contemplation

  are you preparing some mysterious good,

  123

  beyond our comprehension?

  For each Italian city overflows with tyrants →

  and every clown that plays the partisan

  126

  thinks he is the new Marcellus.

  My Florence, you may well be pleased →

  with this digression, which does not touch you,

  129

  thanks to the exertions of your people.

  Many others have justice in their hearts,

  even if its arrow’s late to fly from all their talking,

  132

  but yours have justice ready on their tongues.

  Many others refuse the public burden. But yours

  are eager with an answer without even being asked,

  135

  crying out: ‘I’ll take it on my shoulders.’ →

  Count yourself happy then, for you have reason to,

  since you are rich, at peace, and wise!

  138

  If I speak truth, the facts cannot deny it.

  Athens and Sparta, which made the ancient laws →

  and had such civil order, gave only hints

  141

  of a life well lived compared to you,

  who make such fine provisions

  that the plans you’ve spun but in October

  144

  do not survive to mid-November

  How many times within your memory

  have you changed laws, coinage, offices,

  147

  as well as customs, and renewed your members!

  If you recall your past and think upon it clearly, →

  you will see that you are like a woman, ill in bed,

  who on the softest down cannot find rest

  151

  but twisting, turning, seeks to ease her pain.

  OUTLINE: PURGATORIO VII

  I. Sordello (continued)

  1–3

  Sordello wants to know who these two are

  4–9

  Virgil identifies himself; his lack of faith

  10–15

  simile: one lost in wonder; Sordello’s embrace

  16–21

  Sordello wants to account for Virgil’s presence

  22–24

  Virgil insists upon the will of a heavenly power

  25–27

  Virgil’s sin one of omission, not commission

  28–36

  Virgil’s Limbo: unbaptized infants, virtuous pagans

  37–39

  Virgil seeks directions for reaching true purgatory

  40–45

  Sordello is free to guide him but night, when they will not be able to proceed, arrives soon

  46–48

  souls here on the right will interest him

  49–51

  Virgil: what would hold back a night-climber, external restraint or lack of inner power?

  52–60

  Sordello: darkness would make him wish not to climb

  61–63

  Virgil: lead us, then, to the place you describe

  II. The Valley of the Princes

  64–66

  the hollow in the mountain’s flank

  67–69

  Sordello directs them there to await the day

  70–72

  they follow the slope toward the edge of the valley

  73–81

  the colors and perfume of the grass and flowers

  82–84

  Salve, Regina is the hymn sung by the souls there

  85–90

  Sordello invites them to observe from a distance

  III. The princes

  91–96

  Emperor Rudolph I of Habsburg (†1291)

  97–102

  Ottokar II, king of Bohemia (†1278)

  103–106

  Philip III, king of France (†1285)

  107–111

  Henry I, king of Navarre (†1274)

  112–114

  Pedro III, king of Aragon (†1285)

  113

  Charles I, king of Naples and Sicily (†1285)

  115–120

  Pedro’s son Pedro, who died in his boyhood

  121–129

  digression: how rarely does nobility follow bloodlines!

  130–132

  Henry III, king of England (†1272)

  133–136

  William VII, marquis of Monferrato (†1292)

  PURGATORIO VII

  Once the courteous and joyful greetings →

  had been repeated a third time and a fourth,

  3

  Sordello drew back and asked: ‘Who then are You?’

  ‘Before souls worthy of ascent to God →

  could be directed to this mountain,

  6

  Octavian interred my bones.

  ‘I am Virgil, and for no other failing →

  did I lose Heaven but my lack of faith.’ →

  9

  That was the answer that my leader gave. →

  Like one who of a sudden sees a thing before him

  at which he wonders, who both believes and doesn’t,

  12

  saying to himself: ‘It is—but no, it cannot be,’

  such seemed the other. He bowed his head,

  humbly drew near again and, opening his arms,

  15

  bent down to cl
asp him deferentially. →

  ‘O glory of the Latins,’ he exclaimed, →

  ‘through whom our language showed what it could do,

  18

  O eternal honor of the town where I was born,

  ‘what merit or what grace brings you to me?

  If I am worthy of your words, tell me

  21

  if you come from hell, and from what cloister.’ →

  ‘Through all the circles of the woeful kingdom →

  I have made my way,’ he answered. ‘Power

  24

  from Heaven moved me and with that power I come.

  ‘Not for what I did but what I did not do →

  I lost the vision of the lofty Sun you long for

  27

  and which I came to know too late.

  ‘There is a place down there, not sad with torments →

  but only darkness, where lamentations sound,

  30

  not loud as wailing but soft as sighs.

  ‘There I abide with the innocent little ones

  seized in the fangs of death

  33

  before they could be cleansed of mortal guilt.

  ‘There I abide with those who were not clothed

  in the three holy virtues, yet, blameless,

  36

  knew the others and followed every one.

  ‘But if you know the way and are permitted,

  show us how to go, so that we may come sooner

  39

  where purgatory has its true beginning.’

  He answered: ‘We are set in no fixed place. →

  I may ascend and move about, and I will walk

  42

  with you and be your guide as far as I’m allowed.

  ‘But see, already day is waning

  and we may not ascend by night. →

  45

  Now is the time to choose a resting place.

  ‘There, to the right, are spirits set apart. →

 

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