Dante Alighieri - Dante's Inferno

They all along the earth extended lay

Save one, that sudden rais'd himself to sit,

Soon as that way he saw us pass. "O thou!"

He cried, "who through the infernal shades art led,

Own, if again thou know'st me. Thou wast fram'd

Or ere my frame was broken." I replied:

"The anguish thou endur'st perchance so takes

Thy form from my remembrance, that it seems

As if I saw thee never. But inform

Me who thou art, that in a place so sad

Art set, and in such torment, that although

Other be greater, more disgustful none

Can be imagin'd." He in answer thus:

"Thy city heap'd with envy to the brim,

Ay that the measure overflows its bounds,

Held me in brighter days. Ye citizens

Were wont to name me Ciacco. For the sin

Of glutt'ny, damned vice, beneath this rain,

E'en as thou see'st, I with fatigue am worn;

Nor I sole spirit in this woe: all these

Have by like crime incurr'd like punishment."

No more he said, and I my speech resum'd:

"Ciacco! thy dire affliction grieves me much,

Even to tears. But tell me, if thou know'st,

What shall at length befall the citizens

Of the divided city; whether any just one

Inhabit there: and tell me of the cause,

Whence jarring discord hath assail'd it thus?"

He then: "After long striving they will come

To blood; and the wild party from the woods

Will chase the other with much injury forth.

Then it behoves, that this must fall, within

Three solar circles; and the other rise

By borrow'd force of one, who under shore

Now rests. It shall a long space hold aloof

Its forehead, keeping under heavy weight

The other oppress'd, indignant at the load,

And grieving sore. The just are two in number,

But they neglected. Av'rice, envy, pride,

Three fatal sparks, have set the hearts of all

On fire." Here ceas'd the lamentable sound;

And I continu'd thus: "Still would I learn

More from thee, farther parley still entreat.

Of Farinata and Tegghiaio say,

They who so well deserv'd, of Giacopo,

Arrigo, Mosca, and the rest, who bent

Their minds on working good. Oh! tell me where

They bide, and to their knowledge let me come.

For I am press'd with keen desire to hear,

If heaven's sweet cup or poisonous drug of hell

Be to their lip assign'd." He answer'd straight:

"These are yet blacker spirits. Various crimes

Have sunk them deeper in the dark abyss.

If thou so far descendest, thou mayst see them.

But to the pleasant world when thou return'st,

Of me make mention, I entreat thee, there.

No more I tell thee, answer thee no more."

This said, his fixed eyes he turn'd askance,

A little ey'd me, then bent down his head,

And 'midst his blind companions with it fell.

When thus my guide: "No more his bed he leaves,

Ere the last angel-trumpet blow. The Power

Adverse to these shall then in glory come,

Each one forthwith to his sad tomb repair,

Resume his fleshly vesture and his form,

And hear the eternal doom re-echoing rend

The vault." So pass'd we through that mixture foul

Of spirits and rain, with tardy steps; meanwhile

Touching, though slightly, on the life to come.

For thus I question'd: "Shall these tortures, Sir!

When the great sentence passes, be increas'd,

Or mitigated, or as now severe?"

He then: "Consult thy knowledge; that decides

That as each thing to more perfection grows,

It feels more sensibly both good and pain.

Though ne'er to true perfection may arrive

This race accurs'd, yet nearer then than now

They shall approach it." Compassing that path

Circuitous we journeyed, and discourse

Much more than I relate between us pass'd:

Till at the point, where the steps led below,

Arriv'd, there Plutus, the great foe, we found.

"AH me! O Satan! Satan!" loud exclaim'd

Plutus, in accent hoarse of wild alarm:

And the kind sage, whom no event surpris'd,

To comfort me thus spake: "Let not thy fear

Harm thee, for power in him, be sure, is none

To hinder down this rock thy safe descent."

Then to that sworn lip turning, "Peace!" he cried,

"Curs'd wolf! thy fury inward on thyself

Prey, and consume thee! Through the dark profound

Not without cause he passes. So 't is will'd

On high, there where the great Archangel pour'd

Heav'n's vengeance on the first adulterer proud."

As sails full spread and bellying with the wind

Drop suddenly collaps'd, if the mast split;

So to the ground down dropp'd the cruel fiend.

Thus we, descending to the fourth steep ledge,

Gain'd on the dismal shore, that all the woe

Hems in of all the universe. Ah me!

Almighty Justice! in what store thou heap'st

New pains, new troubles, as I here beheld!

Wherefore doth fault of ours bring us to this?

E'en as a billow, on Charybdis rising,

Against encounter'd billow dashing breaks;

Such is the dance this wretched race must lead,

Whom more than elsewhere numerous here I found,

From one side and the other, with loud voice,

Both roll'd on weights by main forge of their breasts,

Then smote together, and each one forthwith

Roll'd them back voluble, turning again,

Exclaiming these, "Why holdest thou so fast?"

Those answering, "And why castest thou away?"

So still repeating their despiteful song,

They to the opposite point on either hand

Travers'd the horrid circle: then arriv'd,

Both turn'd them round, and through the middle space

Conflicting met again. At sight whereof

I, stung with grief, thus spake: "O say, my guide!

What race is this? Were these, whose heads are shorn,

On our left hand, all sep'rate to the church?"

He straight replied: "In their first life these all

In mind were so distorted, that they made,

According to due measure, of their wealth,

No use. This clearly from their words collect,

Which they howl forth, at each extremity

Arriving of the circle, where their crime

Contrary' in kind disparts them. To the church

Were separate those, that with no hairy cowls

Are crown'd, both Popes and Cardinals, o'er whom

Av'rice dominion absolute maintains."

I then: "Mid such as these some needs must be,

Whom I shall recognize, that with the blot

Of these foul sins were stain'd." He answering thus:

"Vain thought conceiv'st thou. That ignoble life,

Which made them vile before, now makes them dark,

And to all knowledge indiscernible.

Forever they shall meet in this rude shock:

These from the tomb with clenched grasp shall rise,

Those with close-shaven locks. That ill they gave,

And ill they kept, hath of the beauteous world

Depriv'd, and set them at this strife, which needs

No labour'd phrase of mine to set if off.

Now may'st thou see, my son! how brief, how vain,

The goods committed into fortune's hands,

For which the human race keep such a coil!

Not all the gold, that is beneath the moon,

Or ever hath been, of these toil-worn souls

Might purchase rest for one." I thus rejoin'd:

"My guide! of thee this also would I learn;