Inferno: Canto XXIII
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Dante Alighieri and Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth
Silent, alone, and without company We went, the one in front, the other after, As go the Minor Friars along their way.
Upon the fable of Aesop was directed My thought, by reason of the present quarrel, Where he has spoken of the frog and mouse;
For ‘mo’ and ‘issa’ are not more alike Than this one is to that, if well we couple End and beginning with a steadfast mind.
And even as one thought from another springs, So afterward from that was born another, Which the first fear within me double made.
Thus did I ponder: “These on our account Are laughed to scorn, with injury and scoff So great, that much I think it must annoy them.
If anger be engrafted on ill-will, They will come after us more merciless Than dog upon the leveret which he seizes,”
I felt my hair stand all on end already With terror, and stood backwardly intent, When said I: “Master, if thou hidest not
Thyself and me forthwith, of Malebranche I am in dread; we have them now behind us; I so imagine them, I already feel them.”
And he: “If I were made of leaded glass, Thine outward image I should not attract Sooner to me than I imprint the inner.
Just now thy thoughts came in among my own, With similar attitude and similar face, So that of both one counsel sole I made.
If peradventure the right bank so slope That we to the next Bolgia can descend, We shall escape from the imagined chase.”
Not yet he finished rendering such opinion, When I beheld them come with outstretched wings, Not far remote, with will to seize upon us.
My Leader on a sudden seized me up, Even as a mother who by noise is wakened, And close beside her sees the enkindled flames,
Who takes her son, and flies, and does not stop, Having more care of him than of herself, So that she clothes her only with a shift;
And downward from the top of the hard bank Supine he gave him to the pendent rock, That one side of the other Bolgia walls.
Ne’er ran so swiftly water through a sluice To turn the wheel of any land-built mill, When nearest to the paddles it approaches,
As did my Master down along that border, Bearing me with him on his breast away, As his own son, and not as a companion.
Hardly the bed of the ravine below His feet had reached, ere they had reached the hill Right over us; but he was not afraid;
For the high Providence, which had ordained To place them ministers of the fifth moat, The power of thence departing took from all.
A painted people there below we found, Who went about with footsteps very slow, Weeping and in their semblance tired and vanquished.
They had on mantles with the hoods low down Before their eyes, and fashioned of the cut That in Cologne they for the monks are made.
Without, they gilded are so that it dazzles; But inwardly all leaden and so heavy That Frederick used to put them on of straw.
O everlastingly fatiguing mantle! Again we turned us, still to the left hand Along with them, intent on their sad plaint;
But owing to the weight, that weary folk Came on so tardily, that we were new In company at each motion of the haunch.
Whence I unto my Leader: “See thou find Some one who may by deed or name be known, And thus in going move thine eye about.”
And one, who understood the Tuscan speech, Cried to us from behind: “Stay ye your feet, Ye, who so run athwart the dusky air!
Perhaps thou’lt have from me what thou demandest.” Whereat the Leader turned him, and said: “Wait, And then according to his pace proceed.”
I stopped, and two beheld I show great haste Of spirit, in their faces, to be with me; But the burden and the narrow way delayed them.
When they came up, long with an eye askance They scanned me without uttering a word. Then to each other turned, and said together:
“He by the action of his throat seems living; And if they dead are, by what privilege Go they uncovered by the heavy stole?”
Then said to me: “Tuscan, who to the college Of miserable hypocrites art come, Do not disdain to tell us who thou art.”
And I to them: “Born was I, and grew up In the great town on the fair river of Arno, And with the body am I’ve always had.
But who are ye, in whom there trickles down Along your cheeks such grief as I behold? And what pain is upon you, that so sparkles?”
And one replied to me: “These orange cloaks Are made of lead so heavy, that the weights Cause in this way their balances to creak.
Frati Gaudenti were we, and Bolognese; I Catalano, and he Loderingo Named, and together taken by thy city,
As the wont is to take one man alone, For maintenance of its peace; and we were such That still it is apparent round Gardingo.”
“O Friars,” began I, “your iniquitous. . .” But said no more; for to mine eyes there rushed One crucified with three stakes on the ground.
When me he saw, he writhed himself all over, Blowing into his beard with suspirations; And the Friar Catalan, who noticed this,
Said to me: “This transfixed one, whom thou seest, Counselled the Pharisees that it was meet To put one man to torture for the people.
Crosswise and naked is he on the path, As thou perceivest; and he needs must feel, Whoever passes, first how much he weighs;