But after, when forthright they 'gan to flow My speech to, that hast said in Lombard style, 'Now go thy ways, I thee no more molest,' Though I come haply late upon the file, Be pleased to stay and talk with me behind, Condition from that sweetest Latin land, As still intent and leaning I remain, My guide now touched me on the side, and said, "Speak thou, it is a Latin ghost again." Then I, who had the answer in my head, Began to speak as thus without delay : "O soul, that under there art covered, Thy country never was, nor is this day, But nought left I behind of open fray. As she for years hath been, Ravenna rests; 40 And which the stack of bleeding Frenchmen laid, By the vert talons finds herself subdued. Verrucchio's mastiffs, the old and young, who played Foul jailers to Montagna, still are known To make the teeth bore where of old they made. The cities on Santerno and Lamone Obey that lion of the argent lair, Who puts from spring to fall new tenets on. And that, whose flank Cesena washes, where The mountain and the plain incorporate, Of tyranny and freedom so must share. 45 50 55 Be not less kind than all that have gone past, So may thy fame on earth uphold her state?" Then in his manner having roared, and cast "If I but thought this knowledge to convey To one that on the earth again would tread, My spire without more flickering might stay; But forasmuch as from this neathmost bed Returns none ever, if the truth I hear, I answer, and no ignominy dread. I was a warrior, thence a Cordelier, Thinking, so girt, my quittance to have got; And sure, my trust had been accomplished here, But the Great Priest, and evil be his lot, To my old vices brought me to decline, And when and wherefore I would have thee wot. When yet that shape of bone and pulp was mine 60 65 70 Which from the womb I took, my deeds were more Congenial to the fox than leonine. All wiles and covert ways of politic lore I mastered, and their use so well applied, That rumor bruited it from shore to shore. 75 Now to that point of life when I descried Myself approaching, where to furl his sail, Then having wars hard by the Lateran, And not with Jews or Saracens were these, Nor had he foe but was a Christian man, That ne'er at Acra triumphed, nor in chase Of traffic to the Soldan's country ran ;· In his own person, nor that belt in me Required Sylvester on Soracte, so To quell this fever of his pride, did he Address me for his leech, and prayed to know What I would counsel; but my tongue I held, Because his words appeared from wine to flow. Then said he, 'From thy heart be fear expelled; 100 This moment I absolve thee, show me how I can lock heaven, and unlock heaven, as thou But one among those cherubs that are black, Nor can a man repent and choose in one, 105 110 115 The contradicting terms will not consent.' 120 |