The Divine Comedy, Volume 2, PurgatoryDante Alighieri
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The Divine Comedy, Volume 2, Purgatory
Dante Alighieri
Epic poetry, Italian -- Translations into English; Italian poetry -- To 1400 -- Translations into English
Even as befalls those who with excess of reverence are speaking in
presence of their superiors, and drag not their voice living to the
teeth,[1] it befell me that without perfect sound I began, “My Lady,
you know my need, and that which is good for it.” And site to me, “From
fear and from shame I wish that thou henceforth divest thyself, so that
thou speak no more like a man who dreams. Know thou, that the vessel
which the serpent[2] broke was, and is not;[3] but let him who is to
blame therefor believe that the vengeance of God fears not sops.[4] Not
for all time shall be without an heir the eagle that left its feathers
on the car, whereby it became a monster, and then a prey.[5] For I see
surely, and therefore I tell it, stars already close at hand, secure
from every obstacle and from every hindrance, to give to us a time in
which a Five hundred, Ten, and Five sent by God[6] shall slay the
thievish woman[7] and that giant who with her is delinquent. And
perchance my narration, dark as Themis and the Sphinx,[8] less
persuades thee, because after their fashion it clouds the
understanding. But soon the facts will be the Naiades[9] that shall
solve this difficult enigma, without harm of flocks or of harvest. Do
thou note; and even as they are borne from me, do thou so report these
words to those alive with that life which is a running unto death; and
have in mind when thou writest them, not to conceal what thou hast seen
the plant, which now has been twice plundered here. Whoso robs that, or
breaks it,[10] with blasphemy in act offends God, who only for His own
use created it holy. For biting that, the first soul, in pain and in
desire, five thousand years and more, longed for Him who punished on
Himself the bite. Thy wit sleeps, if it deem not that for a special
reason it is so high and so inverted at its top. And if thy vain
thoughts had not been as water of Elsa[11] round about thy mind, and
their pleasantness as Pyramus to the mulberry,[12] by so many
circumstances only thou hadst recognized morally the justice of God in
the interdict upon the tree. But since I see thee in thy understanding
made of stone, and thus stony, dark, so that the light of my speech
dazzles thee, I would yet that thou bear it hence within thee,—and if
not written, at least depicted,—for the reason that the pilgrim’s staff
is carried wreathed with palm.”[13] And I, “Even as by a seal wax which
alters not the imprinted figure, is my brain now stamped by you. But
why does your desired word fly so far above my sight, that the more it
strives the more it loses it?” “In order that thou mayst know,” she
said, “that school which thou hast followed, and mayst see how its
doctrine can follow my word[14] and mayst see your path distant so far
from the divine, as the heaven which highest hastens is remote from
earth.” Whereon I replied to her, “I do not remember that I ever
estranged myself from you, nor have I conscience of it that may sting
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