CANTO III.Through me to the city dolorous lies the way,Who pass through me shall pains eternal prove,Through me are reached the people lost for aye.’Twas Justice did my Glorious Maker move;I was created by the Power Divine,[203]The Highest Wisdom, and the Primal Love.No thing’s creation earlier was than mine,If not eternal;[204]I for aye endure:Ye who make entrance, every hope resign!These words beheld I writ in hue obscure10On summit of a gateway; wherefore I:‘Hard[205]is their meaning, Master.’ Like one sureBeforehand of my thought, he made reply:‘Here it behoves to leave all fears behind;All cowardice behoveth here to die.For now the place I told thee of we find,Where thou the miserable folk shouldst seeWho the true good[206]of reason have resigned.’Then, with a glance of glad serenity,He took my hand in his, which made me bold,20And brought me in where secret things there be.There sighs and plaints and wailings uncontrolledThe dim and starless air resounded through;Nor at the first could I from tears withhold.The various languages and words of woe,The uncouth accents,[207]mixed with angry criesAnd smiting palms and voices loud and low,Composed a tumult which doth circling riseFor ever in that air obscured for aye;As when the sand upon the whirlwind flies.30And, horror-stricken,[208]I began to say:‘Master, what sound can this be that I hear,And who the folk thus whelmed in misery?’And he replied: ‘In this condition drearAre held the souls of that inglorious crewWho lived unhonoured, but from guilt kept clear.Mingled they are with caitiff angels, who,Though from avowed rebellion they refrained,Disloyal to God, did selfish ends pursue.Heaven hurled them forth, lest they her beauty stained;Received they are not by the nether hell,41Else triumph[209]thence were by the guilty gained.’And I: ‘What bear they, Master, to compelTheir lamentations in such grievous tone?’He answered: ‘In few words I will thee tell.No hope of death is to the wretches known;So dim the life and abject where they sighThey count all sufferings easier than their own.Of them the world endures no memory;Mercy and justice them alike disdain.50Speak we not of them: glance, and pass them by.’I saw a banner[210]when I looked again,Which, always whirling round, advanced in hasteAs if despising steadfast to remain.And after it so many people chasedIn long procession, I should not have saidThat death[211]had ever wrought such countless waste.Some first I recognised, and then the shadeI saw and knew of him, the search to close,Whose dastard soul the great refusal[212]made.60Straightway I knew and was assured that thoseWere of the tribe of caitiffs,[213]even the raceDespised of God and hated of His foes.The wretches, who when living showed no traceOf life, went naked, and were fiercely stungBy wasps and hornets swarming in that place.Blood drawn by these out of their faces sprungAnd, mingled with their tears, was at their feetSucked up by loathsome worms it fell among.Casting mine eyes beyond, of these replete,70People I saw beside an ample stream,Whereon I said: ‘O Master, I entreat,Tell who these are, and by what law they seemImpatient till across the river gone;As I distinguish by this feeble gleam.’And he: ‘These things shall unto thee be knownWhat time our footsteps shall at rest be foundUpon the woful shores of Acheron.’Then with ashamèd eyes cast on the ground,Fearing my words were irksome in his ear,80Until we reached the stream I made no sound.And toward us, lo, within a bark drew nearA veteran[214]who with ancient hair was white,Shouting: ‘Ye souls depraved, be filled with fear.Hope never more of Heaven to win the sight;I come to take you to the other strand,To frost and fire and everlasting night.And thou, O living soul, who there dost stand,From ’mong the dead withdraw thee.’ Then, awareThat not at all I stirred at his command,90‘By other ways,[215]from other ports thou’lt fare;But they will lead thee to another shore,And ’tis a skiff more buoyant must thee bear.’And then my leader: ‘Charon, be not sore,For thus it has been willed where power ne’er cameShort of the will; thou therefore ask no more.’And hereupon his shaggy cheeks grew tameWho is the pilot of the livid pool,And round about whose eyes glowed wheels of flame.But all the shades, naked and spent with dool,100Stood chattering with their teeth, and changing hueSoon as they heard the words unmerciful.God they blasphemed, and families whence they grew;Mankind, the time, place, seed in which beganTheir lives, and seed whence they were born. Then drewThey crowding all together, as they ran,Bitterly weeping, to the accursed shorePredestinate for every godless man.The demon Charon, with eyes evermoreAglow, makes signals, gathering them all;110And whoso lingers smiteth with his oar.And as the faded leaves of autumn fallOne after the other, till at last the boughSees on the ground spread all its coronal;With Adam’s evil seed so haps it now:At signs each falls in turn from off the coast,As fowls[216]into the ambush fluttering go.The gloomy waters thus by them are crossed,And ere upon the further side they land,On this, anew, is gathering a host.120‘Son,’ said the courteous Master,[217]‘understand,All such as in the wrath of God expire,From every country muster on this strand.To cross the river they are all on fire;Their wills by Heavenly justice goaded onUntil their terror merges in desire.This way no righteous soul has ever gone;Wherefore[218]of thee if Charon should complain,Now art thou sure what by his words is shown.’When he had uttered this the dismal plain130Trembled[219]so violently, my terror pastRecalling now, I’m bathed in sweat again.Out of the tearful ground there moaned a blastWhence lightning flashed forth red and terrible,Which vanquished all my senses; and, as castIn sudden slumber, to the ground I fell.FOOTNOTES:[203]Power Divine, etc.: The Persons of the Trinity, described by their attributes.[204]If not eternal: Only the angels and the heavenly spheres were created before Inferno. The creation of man came later. But fromInf.xxxiv. 124 it appears that Inferno was hollowed out of the earth; and atParad.vii. 124 the earth is declared to be ‘corruptible and enduring short while;’ therefore not eternal.[205]Hard, etc.: The injunction to leave all hope behind makes Dante hesitate to enter. Virgil anticipates the objection before it is fully expressed, and reminds him that the passage through Inferno is to be only one stage of his journey. Not by this gate will he seek to quit it.[206]True good, etc.: Truth in its highest form—the contemplation of God.[207]Uncouth accents: ‘Like German,’ says Boccaccio.[208]Horror-stricken: ‘My head enveloped in horror.’ Some texts have ‘error,’ and this yields a better meaning—that Dante is amazed to have come full into the crowd of suffering shades before he has even crossed Acheron. If with the best texts ‘horror’ be read, the meaning seems to be that he is so overwhelmed by fear as to lose his presence of mind. They are not yet in the true Inferno, but only in the vestibule or forecourt of it—the flat rim which runs round the edge of the pit.[209]Else triumph, etc.: The satisfaction of the rebel angels at finding that they endured no worse punishment than that of such as remained neutral.[210]A banner: Emblem of the instability of those who would never take a side.[211]That death, etc.: The touch is very characteristic of Dante. He feigns astonishment at finding that such a proportion of mankind can preserve so pitiful a middle course between good and evil, and spend lives that are only ‘a kind of—as it were.’[212]The great refusal: Dante recognises him, and so he who made the great refusal must have been a contemporary. Almost beyond doubt Celestine V. is meant, who was in 1294 elected Pope against his will, and resigned the tiara after wearing it a few months; the only Pope who ever resigned it, unless we count Clement I. As he was not canonized till 1326, Dante was free to form his own judgment of his conduct. It has been objected that Dante would not treat with contumely a man so devout as Celestine. But what specially fits him to be the representative caitiff is just that, being himself virtuous, he pusillanimously threw away the greatest opportunity of doing good. By his resignation BonifaceVIII.became Pope, to whose meddling in Florentine affairs it was that Dante owed his banishment. Indirectly, therefore, he owed it to the resignation of Celestine; so that here we have the first of many private scores to be paid off in the course of theComedy. Celestine’s resignation is referred to (Inf.xxvii. 104).—Esau and the rich young man in the Gospel have both been suggested in place of Celestine. To either of them there lies the objection that Dante could not have recognised him. And, besides, Dante’s contemporaries appear at once to have discovered Celestine in him who made the great refusal. In Paradise the poet is told by his ancestor Cacciaguida that his rebuke is to be like the wind, which strikes most fiercely on the loftiest summits (Parad.xvii. 133); and it agrees well with such a profession, that the first stroke he deals in theComedyis at a Pope.[213]Caitiffs: To one who had suffered like Dante for the frank part he took in affairs, neutrality may well have seemed the unpardonable sin in politics; and no doubt but that his thoughts were set on the trimmers in Florence when he wrote, ‘Let us not speak of them!’[214]A veteran: Charon. In all this description of the passage of the river by the shades, Dante borrows freely from Virgil. It has been already remarked onInf.ii. 28 that he draws illustrations from Pagan sources. More than that, as we begin to find, he boldly introduces legendary and mythological characters among the persons of his drama. With Milton in mind, it surprises, on a first acquaintance with theComedy, to discover how nearly independent of angels is the economy invented by Dante for the other world.[215]Other ways, etc.: The souls bound from earth to Purgatory gather at the mouth of the Tiber, whence they are wafted on an angel’s skiff to their destination (Purg.ii. 100). It may be here noted that never does Dante hint a fear of one day becoming a denizen of Inferno. It is only the pains of Purgatory that oppress his soul by anticipation. So here Charon is made to see at a glance that the pilgrim is not of those ‘who make descent to Acheron.’[216]As fowls, etc.: ‘As a bird to its lure’—generally interpreted of the falcon when called back. But a witness of the sport of netting thrushes in Tuscany describes them as ‘flying into the vocal ambush in a hurried, half-reluctant, and very remarkable manner.’[217]Courteous Master: Virgil here gives the answer promised at line 76; and Dante by the epithet he uses removes any impression that his guide had been wanting in courtesy when he bade him wait.[218]Wherefore: Charon’s displeasure only proves that he feels he has no hold on Dante.[219]Trembled, etc.: Symbolical of the increase of woe in Inferno when the doomed souls have landed on the thither side of Acheron. Hell opens to receive them. Conversely, when any purified soul is released from Purgatory the mountain of purification trembles to its base with joy (Purg.xxi. 58).
Through me to the city dolorous lies the way,Who pass through me shall pains eternal prove,Through me are reached the people lost for aye.’Twas Justice did my Glorious Maker move;I was created by the Power Divine,[203]The Highest Wisdom, and the Primal Love.No thing’s creation earlier was than mine,If not eternal;[204]I for aye endure:Ye who make entrance, every hope resign!These words beheld I writ in hue obscure10On summit of a gateway; wherefore I:‘Hard[205]is their meaning, Master.’ Like one sureBeforehand of my thought, he made reply:‘Here it behoves to leave all fears behind;All cowardice behoveth here to die.For now the place I told thee of we find,Where thou the miserable folk shouldst seeWho the true good[206]of reason have resigned.’Then, with a glance of glad serenity,He took my hand in his, which made me bold,20And brought me in where secret things there be.There sighs and plaints and wailings uncontrolledThe dim and starless air resounded through;Nor at the first could I from tears withhold.The various languages and words of woe,The uncouth accents,[207]mixed with angry criesAnd smiting palms and voices loud and low,Composed a tumult which doth circling riseFor ever in that air obscured for aye;As when the sand upon the whirlwind flies.30And, horror-stricken,[208]I began to say:‘Master, what sound can this be that I hear,And who the folk thus whelmed in misery?’And he replied: ‘In this condition drearAre held the souls of that inglorious crewWho lived unhonoured, but from guilt kept clear.Mingled they are with caitiff angels, who,Though from avowed rebellion they refrained,Disloyal to God, did selfish ends pursue.Heaven hurled them forth, lest they her beauty stained;Received they are not by the nether hell,41Else triumph[209]thence were by the guilty gained.’And I: ‘What bear they, Master, to compelTheir lamentations in such grievous tone?’He answered: ‘In few words I will thee tell.No hope of death is to the wretches known;So dim the life and abject where they sighThey count all sufferings easier than their own.Of them the world endures no memory;Mercy and justice them alike disdain.50Speak we not of them: glance, and pass them by.’I saw a banner[210]when I looked again,Which, always whirling round, advanced in hasteAs if despising steadfast to remain.And after it so many people chasedIn long procession, I should not have saidThat death[211]had ever wrought such countless waste.Some first I recognised, and then the shadeI saw and knew of him, the search to close,Whose dastard soul the great refusal[212]made.60Straightway I knew and was assured that thoseWere of the tribe of caitiffs,[213]even the raceDespised of God and hated of His foes.The wretches, who when living showed no traceOf life, went naked, and were fiercely stungBy wasps and hornets swarming in that place.Blood drawn by these out of their faces sprungAnd, mingled with their tears, was at their feetSucked up by loathsome worms it fell among.Casting mine eyes beyond, of these replete,70People I saw beside an ample stream,Whereon I said: ‘O Master, I entreat,Tell who these are, and by what law they seemImpatient till across the river gone;As I distinguish by this feeble gleam.’And he: ‘These things shall unto thee be knownWhat time our footsteps shall at rest be foundUpon the woful shores of Acheron.’Then with ashamèd eyes cast on the ground,Fearing my words were irksome in his ear,80Until we reached the stream I made no sound.And toward us, lo, within a bark drew nearA veteran[214]who with ancient hair was white,Shouting: ‘Ye souls depraved, be filled with fear.Hope never more of Heaven to win the sight;I come to take you to the other strand,To frost and fire and everlasting night.And thou, O living soul, who there dost stand,From ’mong the dead withdraw thee.’ Then, awareThat not at all I stirred at his command,90‘By other ways,[215]from other ports thou’lt fare;But they will lead thee to another shore,And ’tis a skiff more buoyant must thee bear.’And then my leader: ‘Charon, be not sore,For thus it has been willed where power ne’er cameShort of the will; thou therefore ask no more.’And hereupon his shaggy cheeks grew tameWho is the pilot of the livid pool,And round about whose eyes glowed wheels of flame.But all the shades, naked and spent with dool,100Stood chattering with their teeth, and changing hueSoon as they heard the words unmerciful.God they blasphemed, and families whence they grew;Mankind, the time, place, seed in which beganTheir lives, and seed whence they were born. Then drewThey crowding all together, as they ran,Bitterly weeping, to the accursed shorePredestinate for every godless man.The demon Charon, with eyes evermoreAglow, makes signals, gathering them all;110And whoso lingers smiteth with his oar.And as the faded leaves of autumn fallOne after the other, till at last the boughSees on the ground spread all its coronal;With Adam’s evil seed so haps it now:At signs each falls in turn from off the coast,As fowls[216]into the ambush fluttering go.The gloomy waters thus by them are crossed,And ere upon the further side they land,On this, anew, is gathering a host.120‘Son,’ said the courteous Master,[217]‘understand,All such as in the wrath of God expire,From every country muster on this strand.To cross the river they are all on fire;Their wills by Heavenly justice goaded onUntil their terror merges in desire.This way no righteous soul has ever gone;Wherefore[218]of thee if Charon should complain,Now art thou sure what by his words is shown.’When he had uttered this the dismal plain130Trembled[219]so violently, my terror pastRecalling now, I’m bathed in sweat again.Out of the tearful ground there moaned a blastWhence lightning flashed forth red and terrible,Which vanquished all my senses; and, as castIn sudden slumber, to the ground I fell.
Through me to the city dolorous lies the way,Who pass through me shall pains eternal prove,Through me are reached the people lost for aye.’Twas Justice did my Glorious Maker move;I was created by the Power Divine,[203]The Highest Wisdom, and the Primal Love.No thing’s creation earlier was than mine,If not eternal;[204]I for aye endure:Ye who make entrance, every hope resign!These words beheld I writ in hue obscure10On summit of a gateway; wherefore I:‘Hard[205]is their meaning, Master.’ Like one sureBeforehand of my thought, he made reply:‘Here it behoves to leave all fears behind;All cowardice behoveth here to die.For now the place I told thee of we find,Where thou the miserable folk shouldst seeWho the true good[206]of reason have resigned.’Then, with a glance of glad serenity,He took my hand in his, which made me bold,20And brought me in where secret things there be.There sighs and plaints and wailings uncontrolledThe dim and starless air resounded through;Nor at the first could I from tears withhold.The various languages and words of woe,The uncouth accents,[207]mixed with angry criesAnd smiting palms and voices loud and low,Composed a tumult which doth circling riseFor ever in that air obscured for aye;As when the sand upon the whirlwind flies.30And, horror-stricken,[208]I began to say:‘Master, what sound can this be that I hear,And who the folk thus whelmed in misery?’And he replied: ‘In this condition drearAre held the souls of that inglorious crewWho lived unhonoured, but from guilt kept clear.Mingled they are with caitiff angels, who,Though from avowed rebellion they refrained,Disloyal to God, did selfish ends pursue.Heaven hurled them forth, lest they her beauty stained;Received they are not by the nether hell,41Else triumph[209]thence were by the guilty gained.’And I: ‘What bear they, Master, to compelTheir lamentations in such grievous tone?’He answered: ‘In few words I will thee tell.No hope of death is to the wretches known;So dim the life and abject where they sighThey count all sufferings easier than their own.Of them the world endures no memory;Mercy and justice them alike disdain.50Speak we not of them: glance, and pass them by.’I saw a banner[210]when I looked again,Which, always whirling round, advanced in hasteAs if despising steadfast to remain.And after it so many people chasedIn long procession, I should not have saidThat death[211]had ever wrought such countless waste.Some first I recognised, and then the shadeI saw and knew of him, the search to close,Whose dastard soul the great refusal[212]made.60Straightway I knew and was assured that thoseWere of the tribe of caitiffs,[213]even the raceDespised of God and hated of His foes.The wretches, who when living showed no traceOf life, went naked, and were fiercely stungBy wasps and hornets swarming in that place.Blood drawn by these out of their faces sprungAnd, mingled with their tears, was at their feetSucked up by loathsome worms it fell among.Casting mine eyes beyond, of these replete,70People I saw beside an ample stream,Whereon I said: ‘O Master, I entreat,Tell who these are, and by what law they seemImpatient till across the river gone;As I distinguish by this feeble gleam.’And he: ‘These things shall unto thee be knownWhat time our footsteps shall at rest be foundUpon the woful shores of Acheron.’Then with ashamèd eyes cast on the ground,Fearing my words were irksome in his ear,80Until we reached the stream I made no sound.And toward us, lo, within a bark drew nearA veteran[214]who with ancient hair was white,Shouting: ‘Ye souls depraved, be filled with fear.Hope never more of Heaven to win the sight;I come to take you to the other strand,To frost and fire and everlasting night.And thou, O living soul, who there dost stand,From ’mong the dead withdraw thee.’ Then, awareThat not at all I stirred at his command,90‘By other ways,[215]from other ports thou’lt fare;But they will lead thee to another shore,And ’tis a skiff more buoyant must thee bear.’And then my leader: ‘Charon, be not sore,For thus it has been willed where power ne’er cameShort of the will; thou therefore ask no more.’And hereupon his shaggy cheeks grew tameWho is the pilot of the livid pool,And round about whose eyes glowed wheels of flame.But all the shades, naked and spent with dool,100Stood chattering with their teeth, and changing hueSoon as they heard the words unmerciful.God they blasphemed, and families whence they grew;Mankind, the time, place, seed in which beganTheir lives, and seed whence they were born. Then drewThey crowding all together, as they ran,Bitterly weeping, to the accursed shorePredestinate for every godless man.The demon Charon, with eyes evermoreAglow, makes signals, gathering them all;110And whoso lingers smiteth with his oar.And as the faded leaves of autumn fallOne after the other, till at last the boughSees on the ground spread all its coronal;With Adam’s evil seed so haps it now:At signs each falls in turn from off the coast,As fowls[216]into the ambush fluttering go.The gloomy waters thus by them are crossed,And ere upon the further side they land,On this, anew, is gathering a host.120‘Son,’ said the courteous Master,[217]‘understand,All such as in the wrath of God expire,From every country muster on this strand.To cross the river they are all on fire;Their wills by Heavenly justice goaded onUntil their terror merges in desire.This way no righteous soul has ever gone;Wherefore[218]of thee if Charon should complain,Now art thou sure what by his words is shown.’When he had uttered this the dismal plain130Trembled[219]so violently, my terror pastRecalling now, I’m bathed in sweat again.Out of the tearful ground there moaned a blastWhence lightning flashed forth red and terrible,Which vanquished all my senses; and, as castIn sudden slumber, to the ground I fell.
FOOTNOTES:[203]Power Divine, etc.: The Persons of the Trinity, described by their attributes.[204]If not eternal: Only the angels and the heavenly spheres were created before Inferno. The creation of man came later. But fromInf.xxxiv. 124 it appears that Inferno was hollowed out of the earth; and atParad.vii. 124 the earth is declared to be ‘corruptible and enduring short while;’ therefore not eternal.[205]Hard, etc.: The injunction to leave all hope behind makes Dante hesitate to enter. Virgil anticipates the objection before it is fully expressed, and reminds him that the passage through Inferno is to be only one stage of his journey. Not by this gate will he seek to quit it.[206]True good, etc.: Truth in its highest form—the contemplation of God.[207]Uncouth accents: ‘Like German,’ says Boccaccio.[208]Horror-stricken: ‘My head enveloped in horror.’ Some texts have ‘error,’ and this yields a better meaning—that Dante is amazed to have come full into the crowd of suffering shades before he has even crossed Acheron. If with the best texts ‘horror’ be read, the meaning seems to be that he is so overwhelmed by fear as to lose his presence of mind. They are not yet in the true Inferno, but only in the vestibule or forecourt of it—the flat rim which runs round the edge of the pit.[209]Else triumph, etc.: The satisfaction of the rebel angels at finding that they endured no worse punishment than that of such as remained neutral.[210]A banner: Emblem of the instability of those who would never take a side.[211]That death, etc.: The touch is very characteristic of Dante. He feigns astonishment at finding that such a proportion of mankind can preserve so pitiful a middle course between good and evil, and spend lives that are only ‘a kind of—as it were.’[212]The great refusal: Dante recognises him, and so he who made the great refusal must have been a contemporary. Almost beyond doubt Celestine V. is meant, who was in 1294 elected Pope against his will, and resigned the tiara after wearing it a few months; the only Pope who ever resigned it, unless we count Clement I. As he was not canonized till 1326, Dante was free to form his own judgment of his conduct. It has been objected that Dante would not treat with contumely a man so devout as Celestine. But what specially fits him to be the representative caitiff is just that, being himself virtuous, he pusillanimously threw away the greatest opportunity of doing good. By his resignation BonifaceVIII.became Pope, to whose meddling in Florentine affairs it was that Dante owed his banishment. Indirectly, therefore, he owed it to the resignation of Celestine; so that here we have the first of many private scores to be paid off in the course of theComedy. Celestine’s resignation is referred to (Inf.xxvii. 104).—Esau and the rich young man in the Gospel have both been suggested in place of Celestine. To either of them there lies the objection that Dante could not have recognised him. And, besides, Dante’s contemporaries appear at once to have discovered Celestine in him who made the great refusal. In Paradise the poet is told by his ancestor Cacciaguida that his rebuke is to be like the wind, which strikes most fiercely on the loftiest summits (Parad.xvii. 133); and it agrees well with such a profession, that the first stroke he deals in theComedyis at a Pope.[213]Caitiffs: To one who had suffered like Dante for the frank part he took in affairs, neutrality may well have seemed the unpardonable sin in politics; and no doubt but that his thoughts were set on the trimmers in Florence when he wrote, ‘Let us not speak of them!’[214]A veteran: Charon. In all this description of the passage of the river by the shades, Dante borrows freely from Virgil. It has been already remarked onInf.ii. 28 that he draws illustrations from Pagan sources. More than that, as we begin to find, he boldly introduces legendary and mythological characters among the persons of his drama. With Milton in mind, it surprises, on a first acquaintance with theComedy, to discover how nearly independent of angels is the economy invented by Dante for the other world.[215]Other ways, etc.: The souls bound from earth to Purgatory gather at the mouth of the Tiber, whence they are wafted on an angel’s skiff to their destination (Purg.ii. 100). It may be here noted that never does Dante hint a fear of one day becoming a denizen of Inferno. It is only the pains of Purgatory that oppress his soul by anticipation. So here Charon is made to see at a glance that the pilgrim is not of those ‘who make descent to Acheron.’[216]As fowls, etc.: ‘As a bird to its lure’—generally interpreted of the falcon when called back. But a witness of the sport of netting thrushes in Tuscany describes them as ‘flying into the vocal ambush in a hurried, half-reluctant, and very remarkable manner.’[217]Courteous Master: Virgil here gives the answer promised at line 76; and Dante by the epithet he uses removes any impression that his guide had been wanting in courtesy when he bade him wait.[218]Wherefore: Charon’s displeasure only proves that he feels he has no hold on Dante.[219]Trembled, etc.: Symbolical of the increase of woe in Inferno when the doomed souls have landed on the thither side of Acheron. Hell opens to receive them. Conversely, when any purified soul is released from Purgatory the mountain of purification trembles to its base with joy (Purg.xxi. 58).
[203]Power Divine, etc.: The Persons of the Trinity, described by their attributes.
[203]Power Divine, etc.: The Persons of the Trinity, described by their attributes.
[204]If not eternal: Only the angels and the heavenly spheres were created before Inferno. The creation of man came later. But fromInf.xxxiv. 124 it appears that Inferno was hollowed out of the earth; and atParad.vii. 124 the earth is declared to be ‘corruptible and enduring short while;’ therefore not eternal.
[204]If not eternal: Only the angels and the heavenly spheres were created before Inferno. The creation of man came later. But fromInf.xxxiv. 124 it appears that Inferno was hollowed out of the earth; and atParad.vii. 124 the earth is declared to be ‘corruptible and enduring short while;’ therefore not eternal.
[205]Hard, etc.: The injunction to leave all hope behind makes Dante hesitate to enter. Virgil anticipates the objection before it is fully expressed, and reminds him that the passage through Inferno is to be only one stage of his journey. Not by this gate will he seek to quit it.
[205]Hard, etc.: The injunction to leave all hope behind makes Dante hesitate to enter. Virgil anticipates the objection before it is fully expressed, and reminds him that the passage through Inferno is to be only one stage of his journey. Not by this gate will he seek to quit it.
[206]True good, etc.: Truth in its highest form—the contemplation of God.
[206]True good, etc.: Truth in its highest form—the contemplation of God.
[207]Uncouth accents: ‘Like German,’ says Boccaccio.
[207]Uncouth accents: ‘Like German,’ says Boccaccio.
[208]Horror-stricken: ‘My head enveloped in horror.’ Some texts have ‘error,’ and this yields a better meaning—that Dante is amazed to have come full into the crowd of suffering shades before he has even crossed Acheron. If with the best texts ‘horror’ be read, the meaning seems to be that he is so overwhelmed by fear as to lose his presence of mind. They are not yet in the true Inferno, but only in the vestibule or forecourt of it—the flat rim which runs round the edge of the pit.
[208]Horror-stricken: ‘My head enveloped in horror.’ Some texts have ‘error,’ and this yields a better meaning—that Dante is amazed to have come full into the crowd of suffering shades before he has even crossed Acheron. If with the best texts ‘horror’ be read, the meaning seems to be that he is so overwhelmed by fear as to lose his presence of mind. They are not yet in the true Inferno, but only in the vestibule or forecourt of it—the flat rim which runs round the edge of the pit.
[209]Else triumph, etc.: The satisfaction of the rebel angels at finding that they endured no worse punishment than that of such as remained neutral.
[209]Else triumph, etc.: The satisfaction of the rebel angels at finding that they endured no worse punishment than that of such as remained neutral.
[210]A banner: Emblem of the instability of those who would never take a side.
[210]A banner: Emblem of the instability of those who would never take a side.
[211]That death, etc.: The touch is very characteristic of Dante. He feigns astonishment at finding that such a proportion of mankind can preserve so pitiful a middle course between good and evil, and spend lives that are only ‘a kind of—as it were.’
[211]That death, etc.: The touch is very characteristic of Dante. He feigns astonishment at finding that such a proportion of mankind can preserve so pitiful a middle course between good and evil, and spend lives that are only ‘a kind of—as it were.’
[212]The great refusal: Dante recognises him, and so he who made the great refusal must have been a contemporary. Almost beyond doubt Celestine V. is meant, who was in 1294 elected Pope against his will, and resigned the tiara after wearing it a few months; the only Pope who ever resigned it, unless we count Clement I. As he was not canonized till 1326, Dante was free to form his own judgment of his conduct. It has been objected that Dante would not treat with contumely a man so devout as Celestine. But what specially fits him to be the representative caitiff is just that, being himself virtuous, he pusillanimously threw away the greatest opportunity of doing good. By his resignation BonifaceVIII.became Pope, to whose meddling in Florentine affairs it was that Dante owed his banishment. Indirectly, therefore, he owed it to the resignation of Celestine; so that here we have the first of many private scores to be paid off in the course of theComedy. Celestine’s resignation is referred to (Inf.xxvii. 104).—Esau and the rich young man in the Gospel have both been suggested in place of Celestine. To either of them there lies the objection that Dante could not have recognised him. And, besides, Dante’s contemporaries appear at once to have discovered Celestine in him who made the great refusal. In Paradise the poet is told by his ancestor Cacciaguida that his rebuke is to be like the wind, which strikes most fiercely on the loftiest summits (Parad.xvii. 133); and it agrees well with such a profession, that the first stroke he deals in theComedyis at a Pope.
[212]The great refusal: Dante recognises him, and so he who made the great refusal must have been a contemporary. Almost beyond doubt Celestine V. is meant, who was in 1294 elected Pope against his will, and resigned the tiara after wearing it a few months; the only Pope who ever resigned it, unless we count Clement I. As he was not canonized till 1326, Dante was free to form his own judgment of his conduct. It has been objected that Dante would not treat with contumely a man so devout as Celestine. But what specially fits him to be the representative caitiff is just that, being himself virtuous, he pusillanimously threw away the greatest opportunity of doing good. By his resignation BonifaceVIII.became Pope, to whose meddling in Florentine affairs it was that Dante owed his banishment. Indirectly, therefore, he owed it to the resignation of Celestine; so that here we have the first of many private scores to be paid off in the course of theComedy. Celestine’s resignation is referred to (Inf.xxvii. 104).—Esau and the rich young man in the Gospel have both been suggested in place of Celestine. To either of them there lies the objection that Dante could not have recognised him. And, besides, Dante’s contemporaries appear at once to have discovered Celestine in him who made the great refusal. In Paradise the poet is told by his ancestor Cacciaguida that his rebuke is to be like the wind, which strikes most fiercely on the loftiest summits (Parad.xvii. 133); and it agrees well with such a profession, that the first stroke he deals in theComedyis at a Pope.
[213]Caitiffs: To one who had suffered like Dante for the frank part he took in affairs, neutrality may well have seemed the unpardonable sin in politics; and no doubt but that his thoughts were set on the trimmers in Florence when he wrote, ‘Let us not speak of them!’
[213]Caitiffs: To one who had suffered like Dante for the frank part he took in affairs, neutrality may well have seemed the unpardonable sin in politics; and no doubt but that his thoughts were set on the trimmers in Florence when he wrote, ‘Let us not speak of them!’
[214]A veteran: Charon. In all this description of the passage of the river by the shades, Dante borrows freely from Virgil. It has been already remarked onInf.ii. 28 that he draws illustrations from Pagan sources. More than that, as we begin to find, he boldly introduces legendary and mythological characters among the persons of his drama. With Milton in mind, it surprises, on a first acquaintance with theComedy, to discover how nearly independent of angels is the economy invented by Dante for the other world.
[214]A veteran: Charon. In all this description of the passage of the river by the shades, Dante borrows freely from Virgil. It has been already remarked onInf.ii. 28 that he draws illustrations from Pagan sources. More than that, as we begin to find, he boldly introduces legendary and mythological characters among the persons of his drama. With Milton in mind, it surprises, on a first acquaintance with theComedy, to discover how nearly independent of angels is the economy invented by Dante for the other world.
[215]Other ways, etc.: The souls bound from earth to Purgatory gather at the mouth of the Tiber, whence they are wafted on an angel’s skiff to their destination (Purg.ii. 100). It may be here noted that never does Dante hint a fear of one day becoming a denizen of Inferno. It is only the pains of Purgatory that oppress his soul by anticipation. So here Charon is made to see at a glance that the pilgrim is not of those ‘who make descent to Acheron.’
[215]Other ways, etc.: The souls bound from earth to Purgatory gather at the mouth of the Tiber, whence they are wafted on an angel’s skiff to their destination (Purg.ii. 100). It may be here noted that never does Dante hint a fear of one day becoming a denizen of Inferno. It is only the pains of Purgatory that oppress his soul by anticipation. So here Charon is made to see at a glance that the pilgrim is not of those ‘who make descent to Acheron.’
[216]As fowls, etc.: ‘As a bird to its lure’—generally interpreted of the falcon when called back. But a witness of the sport of netting thrushes in Tuscany describes them as ‘flying into the vocal ambush in a hurried, half-reluctant, and very remarkable manner.’
[216]As fowls, etc.: ‘As a bird to its lure’—generally interpreted of the falcon when called back. But a witness of the sport of netting thrushes in Tuscany describes them as ‘flying into the vocal ambush in a hurried, half-reluctant, and very remarkable manner.’
[217]Courteous Master: Virgil here gives the answer promised at line 76; and Dante by the epithet he uses removes any impression that his guide had been wanting in courtesy when he bade him wait.
[217]Courteous Master: Virgil here gives the answer promised at line 76; and Dante by the epithet he uses removes any impression that his guide had been wanting in courtesy when he bade him wait.
[218]Wherefore: Charon’s displeasure only proves that he feels he has no hold on Dante.
[218]Wherefore: Charon’s displeasure only proves that he feels he has no hold on Dante.
[219]Trembled, etc.: Symbolical of the increase of woe in Inferno when the doomed souls have landed on the thither side of Acheron. Hell opens to receive them. Conversely, when any purified soul is released from Purgatory the mountain of purification trembles to its base with joy (Purg.xxi. 58).
[219]Trembled, etc.: Symbolical of the increase of woe in Inferno when the doomed souls have landed on the thither side of Acheron. Hell opens to receive them. Conversely, when any purified soul is released from Purgatory the mountain of purification trembles to its base with joy (Purg.xxi. 58).