[357] [Dante was in his twentieth, or twenty-first year when the tragedy of Francesca and Paolo was enacted, not at Rimini, but at Pesaro. Some acquaintance he may have had with her, through his friend Guido (not her father, but probably her nephew), enough to account for the peculiar emotion caused by her sanguinary doom.] [358] Alternative Versions Transcribed by Mrs. Shelley. _March_ 20, 1820. line 4: Love, which too soon the soft heart apprehends, Seized him for the fair form, the which was there Torn from me, and even yet the mode offends. line 8: Remits, seized him for me with joy so strong-- line 12: These were the words then uttered-- Since I had first perceived these souls offended, I bowed my visage and so kept it till-- "What think'st thou?" said the bard, whom I (_sic_) And then commenced--"Alas unto such ill-- line 18: Led these? "and then I turned me to them still And spoke, "Francesca, thy sad destinies Have made me sad and tender even to tears, But tell me, in the season of sweet sighs, By what and how Love overcame your fears, So ye might recognize his dim desires?" Then she to me, "No greater grief appears Than, when the time of happiness expires, To recollect, and this your teacher knows. But if to find the first root of our-- Thou seek'st with such a sympathy in woes, I will do even as he who weeps and speaks. We read one day for pleasure, sitting close, Of Launcelot, where forth his passion breaks. We were alone and we suspected nought, But oft our eyes exchanged, and changed our cheeks. When we read the desiring smile of her Who to be kissed by such true lover sought, He who from me can be divided ne'er All tremulously kissed my trembling mouth. Accursed the book and he who wrote it were-- That day no further did we read in sooth." While the one spirit in this manner spoke The other wept, so that, for very ruth, I felt as if my trembling heart had broke, To see the misery which both enthralls: So that I swooned as dying with the stroke,-- And fell down even as a dead body falls. Another version of the same. line 21: Have made me sad even until the tears arise-- line 27: In wretchedness, and that your teacher knows.