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The Inferno

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by Dante


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  And then I added: ‘Within that hole

  ‘where I had fixed my gaze, I do believe I saw

  someone of my own blood lament

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  the sin that costs so dear down there.’

  Then the master said: ‘Trouble your mind →

  no more because of him.

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  Turn it to other things and let him be,

  ‘for I saw him there below the bridge,

  pointing his finger at you, fierce with threats,

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  and I heard him called Geri del Bello.

  ‘Just then you were so thoroughly engrossed

  in him who once was lord of Hautefort

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  you did not glance that way before your kinsman left.’

  ‘O my leader, the violent death he died, →

  for which no vengeance has been taken yet,’

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  I said, ‘by any person partner to his shame,

  ‘made him indignant. That is why he went away

  without addressing me—or so I think—

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  and why he’s made me pity him the more.’

  Thus we continued talking till we reached →

  the first point on the ridge that could have shown

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  the next pit’s bottom, had there been more light.

  When we stood above the final cloister →

  of Malebolge and all of its lay brothers

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  became discernible to us,

  strange arrows of lament, their shafts,

  with pity at their tips, pierced me,

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  so that I pressed my hands against my ears.

  If the contagion of every hospital →

  in Valdichiana, from July until September,

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  and in the Maremma and Sardegna, were amassed

  in one malarial ditch, just such suffering

  was in that place. And from it rose

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  the stench of festering limbs.

  We came down, always to our left, and reached →

  the last bank of the lengthy crag.

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  And then my eyes could have a better view →

  into the pit, there where the minister

  of God on high, unerring justice, punishes

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  the counterfeiters whom she here records.

  I think it could have been no greater sorrow →

  to see the people of Aegina stricken,

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  with such corruption in the very air

  that every animal, even the smallest worm,

  perished, and, later, as the poets hold for certain,

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  these ancient people were restored to life,

  hatched from the eggs of ants—

  no greater sorrow, than in that somber valley

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  to see those spirits, heaped on one another, languishing.

  Some lay upon the bellies or the backs

  of others, still others dragged themselves

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  on hands and knees along that gloomy path.

  Step by step we went ahead in silence,

  looking and listening to the stricken spirits,

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  who could not raise their bodies from the ground.

  Two I saw seated, propped against each other →

  as pans are propped to warm before the fire,

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  each of them blotched with scabs from head to foot.

  And never did I see a stable-boy,

  with his master waiting, nor youth whose chore

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  keeps him from sleep, ply his curry-comb

  more hurriedly than each one clawed his nails

  across his skin because of that mad itch,

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  which knows no other remedy,

  and their nails tore off those scabs

  as a knife strips scales from bream

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  or other fish with even larger scales.

  ‘You there, stripping off your coat of mail,’ →

  began my leader, addressing one of them,

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  ‘and sometimes making pincers of your fingers,

  ‘tell us whether, among those gathered here,

  any are Italian, so may your nails

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  last you in this task for all eternity.’

  ‘We whom you see so blasted are Italian,’

  answered one of them, through his tears,

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  ‘but who are you, that you inquire of us?’

  And my leader: ‘I am one who makes his way

  down with this living man from ledge to ledge.

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  And my intention is to show him Hell.’

  They stopped propping one another up

  and each one, trembling, turned in my direction,

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  as others did who’d overheard those words.

  The good master drew up close to me,

  saying, ‘Ask them what you will.’

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  And I began, since this had been his wish:

  ‘So that your memory may not fade away

  from minds of men in the world above

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  but live on yet for many suns to come,

  ‘tell me who you are, and where you hail from.

  Do not let your foul and sickening torment

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  keep you from telling me your names.’

  And one of them replied: ‘I was of Arezzo. →

  Albero of Siena had me burned alive.

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  But what I died for does not bring me here.

  ‘It is true I said to him in jest:

  “I do know how to rise into the air and fly!”

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  And he, who had the will but not the wit,

  ‘asked me to show him how. And just because

  I failed to make him Daedalus, he had me set

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  on fire by one who took him as his son.

  ‘But Minos, incapable of error,

  damned me to the last of these ten ditches

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  for the alchemy I practiced in the world.’

  And I said to the poet: ‘Were people ever →

  quite so fatuous as are the Sienese?

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  Why, not even the French can match them!’

  Whereupon the other leper, hearing me, →

  replied: ‘Except, of course for Stricca—

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  he knew how to moderate his spending—

  ‘and for Niccolò—the first one to devise

  a costly use for cloves,

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  there in the garden where such seeds take root—

  ‘and for that band in whose company

  Caccia d’Asciano squandered his vineyards

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  and his fields, and Abbagliato showed his wit.

  ‘But, to let you know who’s in your camp

  against the Sienese, look close at me

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  so that my face itself may answer you.

  ‘You will see I am the shade of Capocchio, →

  who altered metal by means of alchemy.

  And, if you are the man I take you for,

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  you will recall how good an ape I was of nature.’

  OUTLINE: INFERNO XXX

  1–27

  opening double simile:

  1–12

  (Juno vs. Thebes): Athamas

  13–21

  (Fortuna vs. Troy): Hecuba

  22–27

  Gianni Schicchi and Myrrha

  28–33

  Griffolino identifies Gianni, attacking Capocchio

  34–36

  Dante asks Griffolino about the second shade

  37–45

  Griff
olino: Myrrha became another, as did Gianni

  46–57

  Dante observes a lute-shaped sinner

  58–75

  Master Adam: his dropsical thirst; his sin

  76–90

  Master Adam: his desires for revenge

  91–93

  Dante: who are those “wet hands in winter”?

  94–99

  Master Adam: Potiphar’s wife and Sinon

  100–129

  Sinon and Master Adam: battle of blows and words

  130–132

  Dante fixed upon their quarrel; Virgil’s rebuke

  133–135

  Dante’s shame

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  simile: dreamer dreaming he’s not dreaming

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  Virgil’s acceptance of Dante’s blush

  INFERNO XXX

  Once when Juno, furious with Semele, →

  vented her rage against the house of Thebes,

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  as she had done on more than one occasion,

  Athamas went so raving mad that when he saw

  his wife come near with both their children,

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  holding one on this arm, one on that,

  he shouted: “Let’s spread the nets so I can trap

  the lioness with her cubs as they go past!”

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  Then he reached out and with pitiless claws

  he seized the one who was called Learchus,

  whirled him round and dashed him on a rock.

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  At that she drowned herself with her other burden.

  And when Fortune had subdued the haughty, →

  all-daring spirit of the Trojans,

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  so that both king and kingdom were brought low,

  Hecuba—wretched, sorrowing, a captive—

  when she saw Polyxena slaughtered and,

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  grieving woman, when she saw

  Polydorus lying dead upon the shore,

  went mad and started barking like a dog,

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  so greatly had her grief deranged her mind.

  But no Theban crazed with rage— →

  or Trojan—did ever seem as cruel

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  in rending beasts, much less human parts,

  as did two pallid, naked shades I saw,

  snapping their jaws as they rushed up

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  like swine charging from an opened sty.

  The one came at Capocchio, set its tusks →

  into his neck, then dragged him

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  so his belly scraped the rock-hard ground.

  And the Aretine, who stood there, trembling,

  said to me: ‘That demon’s Gianni Schicchi,

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  and in his rabid rage he mauls the others.’

  ‘Oh,’ I said, ‘so may that other not fix

  its teeth in you, be kind enough to tell me

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  just who it is before it runs away.’

  And he answered: ‘That is the ancient soul →

  of wicked Myrrha, who became enamored

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  of her father with more than lawful love.

  ‘She contrived to sin with him

  by taking on another person’s shape,

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  as did that other, eager to decamp, →

  ‘to gain the queen mule of the herd,

  take on the shape of Buoso Donati,

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  drawing up a will and giving it due form.’

  When those two frenzied shades, on whom →

  I’d fixed my eyes, had hurried off,

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  I turned to look at others born for sorrow.

  One I saw, fashioned like a lute— →

  had he been sundered at the groin

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  from the joining where a man goes forked.

  The heavy dropsy, which afflicts the body →

  with its ill-digesting humor

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  so that the face and belly do not match,

  forced his lips to draw apart

  as a person parched with hectic fever curls

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  one lip to his chin and twists the other up.

  ‘O you who go unpunished here—I know not why— →

  through this world of misery,’

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  he said, ‘behold and then consider

  ‘the suffering of Master Adam.

  Alive, I had in plenty all I wanted.

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  And now I crave a single drop of water!

  ‘The streams that, in the Casentino, →

  run down along green hillsides to the Arno,

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  keeping their channels cool and moist,

  ‘flow before my eyes forever, and not in vain,

  because their image makes me thirst still more

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  than does the malady that wastes my features.

  ‘The rigid justice that torments me

  employs the landscape where I sinned

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  to make my sighs come faster.

  ‘In those parts lies Romena, where I forged

  the coinage stamped with John the Baptist.

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  For that I left my body burned above.

  ‘If I could only see down here the wretched souls →

  of Guido, Alessandro, or their brother,

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  I’d not give up that sight for Fonte Branda.

  ‘One of them is here with us already, →

  if the furious shades who move about don’t lie.

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  What good is that to me whose limbs are bound?

  ‘If I were only light enough to budge →

  a single inch each hundred years,

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  I would by now have started on my way

  ‘to seek him out in this pit’s bloated shapes,

  even though it runs eleven miles around

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  and spreads not less than half a mile across.

  ‘It is their fault that I have such companions, →

  for it was they who made me strike the florins

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  that held three carats’ worth of dross.’

  And I to him: ‘Who are these two wretches

  who steam as wet hands do in winter

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  and lie so very near you on your right?’

  ‘I found them when I rained into this trough,’

  he said, ‘and even then they did not move about,

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  nor do I think they will for all eternity.

  ‘One is the woman who lied accusing Joseph, →

  the other is false Sinon, the lying Greek from Troy.

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  Putrid fever makes them reek with such a stench.’

  And one of them, who took offense, perhaps →

  at being named so vilely, hit him

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  with a fist right on his rigid paunch.

  It boomed out like a drum. Then Master Adam,

  whose arm seemed just as sturdy,

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  used it, striking Sinon in the face,

  saying: ‘Although I cannot move about

  because my legs are heavy,

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  my arm is loose enough for such a task.’

  To which the other answered: ‘When they put you

  to the fire, your arm was not so nimble,

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  though it was quick enough when you were coining.’

  And the dropsied one: ‘Well, that is true,

  but you were hardly such a truthful witness

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  when you were asked to tell the truth at Troy.’

  ‘If I spoke falsely, you falsified the coin,’ →

  said Sinon, ‘and I am here for one offense alone,

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  but you for more than any other de
vil!’

  ‘You perjurer, keep the horse in mind,’ →

  replied the sinner with the swollen paunch,

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  ‘and may it pain you that the whole world knows.’

  ‘And may you suffer from the thirst,’ the Greek replied,

  ‘that cracks your tongue, and from the fetid humor

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  that turns your belly to a hedge before your eyes!’

  Then the forger: ‘And so, as usual,

  your mouth gapes open from your fever.

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  If I am thirsty, and swollen by this humor, →

  ‘you have your hot spells and your aching head.

  For you to lick the mirror of Narcissus

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  would not take much by way of invitation.’

  I was all intent in listening to them,

  when the master said: ‘Go right on looking →

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  and it is I who’ll quarrel with you.’

  When I heard him speak to me in anger

  I turned and faced him with a shame

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  that circles in my memory even now.

  As a man who dreams that he is being harmed →

  and, even as he dreams, hopes he is dreaming,

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  longing for what is, as though it weren’t—

  so it was with me, deprived of speech:

  I longed to seek his pardon—and all the while

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  I did so without knowing that I did.

  ‘Less shame would cleanse a greater fault than yours,’ →

  my master said, ‘and that is why

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  you may set down the load of such remorse.

  ‘Do not forget I’m always at your side

  should it fall out again that fortune take you

 

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