The Divine Comedy, Volume 1, Hell — Dante Alighieri — John Shaqi
The Divine Comedy, Volume 1, Hell
Dante Alighieri · en
[5] Murderer, in 1275, of his father-in-law, Michel Zanche. Already
heard of in the fifth pit (Canto xxii. 88).
Ah Genoese! men strange to all morality and full of all corruption, why
are ye not scattered from the world? For with the worst spirit of
Romagna I found one of you such that for his deeds in soul he is bathed
in Cocytus, and in body he seems still alive on earth.
CANTO XXXIV.
Ninth Circle: traitors. Fourth ring: Judecca.—Lucifer.—Judas, Brutus
and Cassius.—Centre of the universe.—Passage from Hell.—Ascent to the
surface of the Southern Hemisphere.
“Vexilla regis prodeunt inferni,[1] toward us; therefore look in
front,” said my Master; “if thou discernest him.” As a mill that the
wind turns seems from afar when a thick fog breathes, or when our
hemisphere grows dark with night, such a structure then it seemed to me
I saw.
[1] “The banners of the King of Hell advance.” Vexilla Regis prodeunt
are the first words of a hymn in honor of the Cross, sung at vespers on
the Feast of the Exaltation of the Holy Cross and on Monday of Holy
Week.
Then, because of the wind, I drew me behind my Leader; for there was no
other shelter. I was now, and with fear I put it in verse, there[1]
where the shades were wholly covered, and showed through like a straw
in glass. Some are lying; some stand erect, this on his head, and that
on his soles; another like a bow inverts his face to his feet.
[1] In the fourth, innermost ring of ice of the ninth circle, the
Judecca.
When we had gone so far forward that it pleased my Master to show me
the creature that had the fair semblance, from before me he took
himself and made me stop, saying, “Behold Dis, and behold the place
where it is needful that with fortitude thou arm thee.” How I became
then chilled and hoarse, ask it not, Reader, for I write it not,
because all speech would be little. I did not die, and I did not remain
alive. Think now for thyself, if thou hast grain of wit, what I became,
deprived of one and the other.