So that the bank, which covered half of him As might a tunic, left uncovered yet So much that if to his hair they sought to climb Three Frisians[787] end on end their match had met; For thirty great palms I of him could see, Counting from where a man's cloak-clasp is set. _Rafel[788] mai amech zabi almi!_ Out of the bestial mouth began to roll, Which scarce would suit more dulcet psalmody. And then my Leader charged him: 'Stupid soul, 70 Stick to thy horn. With it relieve thy mind When rage or other passions pass control. Feel at thy neck, round which the thong is twined O puzzle-headed wretch! from which 'tis slung; Clipping thy monstrous breast thou shalt it find.' And then to me: 'From his own mouth is wrung Proof of his guilt. 'Tis Nimrod, whose insane Whim hindered men from speaking in one tongue. Leave we him here nor spend our speech in vain; For words to him in any language said, 80 As unto others his, no sense contain.' Turned to the left, we on our journey sped, And at the distance of an arrow's flight We found another huger and more dread. By what artificer thus pinioned tight I cannot tell, but his left arm was bound In front, as at his back was bound the right, By a chain which girt him firmly round and round; About what of his frame there was displayed Below the neck, in fivefold gyre 'twas wound. 90 'Incited by ambition this one made Trial of prowess 'gainst Almighty Jove,' My Leader told, 'and he is thus repaid. 'Tis Ephialtes,[789] mightily who strove What time the giants to the gods caused fright: The arms he wielded then no more will move.' And I to him: 'Fain would I, if I might, On the enormous Briareus set eye, And know the truth by holding him in sight.' 'Antæus[790] thou shalt see,' he made reply, 100 'Ere long, and he can speak, nor is in chains. Us to the depth of all iniquity He shall let down. The one thou'dst see[791] remains Far off, like this one bound and like in make, But in his face far more of fierceness reigns.' Never when earth most terribly did quake Shook any tower so much as what all o'er And suddenly did Ephialtes shake. Terror of death possessed me more and more; The fear alone had served my turn indeed, 110 But that I marked the ligatures he wore. Then did we somewhat further on proceed, Reaching Antæus who for good five ell,[792] His head not counted, from the pit was freed. 'O thou who from the fortune-haunted dell[793]-- Where Scipio of glory was made heir When with his host to flight turned Hannibal-- A thousand lions didst for booty bear Away, and who, hadst thou but joined the host And like thy brethren fought, some even aver 120 The victory to earth's sons had not been lost,