Inferno: Canto XVINow was I where was heard the reverberationOf water falling into the next round,Like to that humming which the beehives make,When shadows three together started forth,Running, from out a company that passedBeneath the rain of the sharp martyrdom.Towards us came they, and each one cried out:“Stop, thou; for by thy garb to us thou seemestTo be some one of our depraved city.”Ah me! what wounds I saw upon their limbs,Recent and ancient by the flames burnt in!It pains me still but to remember it.Unto their cries my Teacher paused attentive;He turned his face towards me, and “Now wait,”He said; “to these we should be courteous.And if it were not for the fire that dartsThe nature of this region, I should sayThat haste were more becoming thee than them.”As soon as we stood still, they recommencedThe old refrain, and when they overtook us,Formed of themselves a wheel, all three of them.As champions stripped and oiled are wont to do,Watching for their advantage and their hold,Before they come to blows and thrusts between them,Thus, wheeling round, did every one his visageDirect to me, so that in opposite wiseHis neck and feet continual journey made.And, “If the misery of this soft placeBring in disdain ourselves and our entreaties,”Began one, “and our aspect black and blistered,Let the renown of us thy mind inclineTo tell us who thou art, who thus securelyThy living feet dost move along through Hell.He in whose footprints thou dost see me treading,Naked and skinless though he now may go,Was of a greater rank than thou dost think;He was the grandson of the good Gualdrada;His name was Guidoguerra, and in lifeMuch did he with his wisdom and his sword.The other, who close by me treads the sand,Tegghiaio Aldobrandi is, whose fameAbove there in the world should welcome be.And I, who with them on the cross am placed,Jacopo Rusticucci was; and trulyMy savage wife, more than aught else, doth harm me.”Could I have been protected from the fire,Below I should have thrown myself among them,And think the Teacher would have suffered it;But as I should have burned and baked myself,My terror overmastered my good will,Which made me greedy of embracing them.Then I began: “Sorrow and not disdainDid your condition fix within me so,That tardily it wholly is stripped off,As soon as this my Lord said unto meWords, on account of which I thought within meThat people such as you are were approaching.I of your city am; and evermoreYour labours and your honourable namesI with affection have retraced and heard.I leave the gall, and go for the sweet fruitsPromised to me by the veracious Leader;But to the centre first I needs must plunge.”“So may the soul for a long while conductThose limbs of thine,” did he make answer then,“And so may thy renown shine after thee,Valour and courtesy, say if they dwellWithin our city, as they used to do,Or if they wholly have gone out of it;For Guglielmo Borsier, who is in tormentWith us of late, and goes there with his comrades,Doth greatly mortify us with his words.”“The new inhabitants and the sudden gains,Pride and extravagance have in thee engendered,Florence, so that thou weep’st thereat already!”In this wise I exclaimed with face uplifted;And the three, taking that for my reply,Looked at each other, as one looks at truth.“If other times so little it doth cost thee,”Replied they all, “to satisfy another,Happy art thou, thus speaking at thy will!Therefore, if thou escape from these dark places,And come to rebehold the beauteous stars,When it shall pleasure thee to say, ‘I was,’See that thou speak of us unto the people.”Then they broke up the wheel, and in their flightIt seemed as if their agile legs were wings.Not an Amen could possibly be saidSo rapidly as they had disappeared;Wherefore the Master deemed best to depart.I followed him, and little had we gone,Before the sound of water was so near us,That speaking we should hardly have been heard.Even as that stream which holdeth its own courseThe first from Monte Veso tow’rds the East,Upon the left-hand slope of Apennine,Which is above called Acquacheta, ereIt down descendeth into its low bed,And at Forli is vacant of that name,Reverberates there above San BenedettoFrom Alps, by falling at a single leap,Where for a thousand there were room enough;Thus downward from a bank precipitate,We found resounding that dark-tinted water,So that it soon the ear would have offended.I had a cord around about me girt,And therewithal I whilom had designedTo take the panther with the painted skin.After I this had all from me unloosed,As my Conductor had commanded me,I reached it to him, gathered up and coiled,Whereat he turned himself to the right side,And at a little distance from the verge,He cast it down into that deep abyss.“It must needs be some novelty respond,”I said within myself, “to the new signalThe Master with his eye is following so.”Ah me! how very cautious men should beWith those who not alone behold the act,But with their wisdom look into the thoughts!He said to me: “Soon there will upward comeWhat I await; and what thy thought is dreamingMust soon reveal itself unto thy sight.”Aye to that truth which has the face of falsehood,A man should close his lips as far as may be,Because without his fault it causes shame;But here I cannot; and, Reader, by the notesOf this my Comedy to thee I swear,So may they not be void of lasting favour,Athwart that dense and darksome atmosphereI saw a figure swimming upward come,Marvellous unto every steadfast heart,Even as he returns who goeth downSometimes to clear an anchor, which has grappledReef, or aught else that in the sea is hidden,Who upward stretches, and draws in his feet.
Now was I where was heard the reverberationOf water falling into the next round,Like to that humming which the beehives make,
When shadows three together started forth,Running, from out a company that passedBeneath the rain of the sharp martyrdom.
Towards us came they, and each one cried out:“Stop, thou; for by thy garb to us thou seemestTo be some one of our depraved city.”
Ah me! what wounds I saw upon their limbs,Recent and ancient by the flames burnt in!It pains me still but to remember it.
Unto their cries my Teacher paused attentive;He turned his face towards me, and “Now wait,”He said; “to these we should be courteous.
And if it were not for the fire that dartsThe nature of this region, I should sayThat haste were more becoming thee than them.”
As soon as we stood still, they recommencedThe old refrain, and when they overtook us,Formed of themselves a wheel, all three of them.
As champions stripped and oiled are wont to do,Watching for their advantage and their hold,Before they come to blows and thrusts between them,
Thus, wheeling round, did every one his visageDirect to me, so that in opposite wiseHis neck and feet continual journey made.
And, “If the misery of this soft placeBring in disdain ourselves and our entreaties,”Began one, “and our aspect black and blistered,
Let the renown of us thy mind inclineTo tell us who thou art, who thus securelyThy living feet dost move along through Hell.
He in whose footprints thou dost see me treading,Naked and skinless though he now may go,Was of a greater rank than thou dost think;
He was the grandson of the good Gualdrada;His name was Guidoguerra, and in lifeMuch did he with his wisdom and his sword.
The other, who close by me treads the sand,Tegghiaio Aldobrandi is, whose fameAbove there in the world should welcome be.
And I, who with them on the cross am placed,Jacopo Rusticucci was; and trulyMy savage wife, more than aught else, doth harm me.”
Could I have been protected from the fire,Below I should have thrown myself among them,And think the Teacher would have suffered it;
But as I should have burned and baked myself,My terror overmastered my good will,Which made me greedy of embracing them.
Then I began: “Sorrow and not disdainDid your condition fix within me so,That tardily it wholly is stripped off,
As soon as this my Lord said unto meWords, on account of which I thought within meThat people such as you are were approaching.
I of your city am; and evermoreYour labours and your honourable namesI with affection have retraced and heard.
I leave the gall, and go for the sweet fruitsPromised to me by the veracious Leader;But to the centre first I needs must plunge.”
“So may the soul for a long while conductThose limbs of thine,” did he make answer then,“And so may thy renown shine after thee,
Valour and courtesy, say if they dwellWithin our city, as they used to do,Or if they wholly have gone out of it;
For Guglielmo Borsier, who is in tormentWith us of late, and goes there with his comrades,Doth greatly mortify us with his words.”
“The new inhabitants and the sudden gains,Pride and extravagance have in thee engendered,Florence, so that thou weep’st thereat already!”
In this wise I exclaimed with face uplifted;And the three, taking that for my reply,Looked at each other, as one looks at truth.
“If other times so little it doth cost thee,”Replied they all, “to satisfy another,Happy art thou, thus speaking at thy will!
Therefore, if thou escape from these dark places,And come to rebehold the beauteous stars,When it shall pleasure thee to say, ‘I was,’
See that thou speak of us unto the people.”Then they broke up the wheel, and in their flightIt seemed as if their agile legs were wings.
Not an Amen could possibly be saidSo rapidly as they had disappeared;Wherefore the Master deemed best to depart.
I followed him, and little had we gone,Before the sound of water was so near us,That speaking we should hardly have been heard.
Even as that stream which holdeth its own courseThe first from Monte Veso tow’rds the East,Upon the left-hand slope of Apennine,
Which is above called Acquacheta, ereIt down descendeth into its low bed,And at Forli is vacant of that name,
Reverberates there above San BenedettoFrom Alps, by falling at a single leap,Where for a thousand there were room enough;
Thus downward from a bank precipitate,We found resounding that dark-tinted water,So that it soon the ear would have offended.
I had a cord around about me girt,And therewithal I whilom had designedTo take the panther with the painted skin.
After I this had all from me unloosed,As my Conductor had commanded me,I reached it to him, gathered up and coiled,
Whereat he turned himself to the right side,And at a little distance from the verge,He cast it down into that deep abyss.
“It must needs be some novelty respond,”I said within myself, “to the new signalThe Master with his eye is following so.”
Ah me! how very cautious men should beWith those who not alone behold the act,But with their wisdom look into the thoughts!
He said to me: “Soon there will upward comeWhat I await; and what thy thought is dreamingMust soon reveal itself unto thy sight.”
Aye to that truth which has the face of falsehood,A man should close his lips as far as may be,Because without his fault it causes shame;
But here I cannot; and, Reader, by the notesOf this my Comedy to thee I swear,So may they not be void of lasting favour,
Athwart that dense and darksome atmosphereI saw a figure swimming upward come,Marvellous unto every steadfast heart,
Even as he returns who goeth downSometimes to clear an anchor, which has grappledReef, or aught else that in the sea is hidden,
Who upward stretches, and draws in his feet.