Purgatorio: Canto XIX
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Dante Alighieri and Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth
As avarice had extinguished our affection For every good, whereby was action lost, So justice here doth hold us in restraint,
Bound and imprisoned by the feet and hands; And so long as it pleases the just Lord Shall we remain immovable and prostrate.”
I on my knees had fallen, and wished to speak; But even as I began, and he was ’ware, Only by listening, of my reverence,
“What cause,” he said, “has downward bent thee thus?” And I to him: “For your own dignity, Standing, my conscience stung me with remorse.”
“Straighten thy legs, and upward raise thee, brother,” He answered: “Err not, fellow-servant am I With thee and with the others to one power.
If e’er that holy, evangelic sound, Which sayeth ‘neque nubent,’ thou hast heard, Well canst thou see why in this wise I speak.
Now go; no longer will I have thee linger, Because thy stay doth incommode my weeping, With which I ripen that which thou hast said.
On earth I have a grandchild named Alagia, Good in herself, unless indeed our house Malevolent may make her by example,
And she alone remains to me on earth.”