CANTO IV. A heavy thunder broke the sleep profound From out my brain; so that myself I shook, As one perforce awakened: and around, Being uprisen, with eyes reposed I look, And fixedly I gazed, could sight avail, I found me on the border of the vale, That valley of the dolorous abyss Which gathereth thunder great of endless wail. So gloomy, deep, and cloudy it was, I wis, That, though against its depth I fixed my gaze, Nought could I there below discern for this. Now down into the blind world, down apace, Descend we, said the bard, all pale of hue, I shall be first: hold thou the second place. And I, because his colour wan I knew, Said: How shall I come on, if thou dost fear, From whom assurance, in my fears, I drew ? And he to me: It is the anguish drear Of those who are below, with pity, thus, That paints my visage, which thou deemest fear. Proceed we; for the long way urgeth us. So entered he, and made me enter too The circle first that girds the abyss accurst. There was no plaint, save that alone of sighs. And these from sorrow, without pain, arise, Of men. The master said: Askest thou not Cannot suffice; for baptism had they ne'er And, if ere Christianity they were, They did not duly the true God adore: And I am one of such, in that despair. Through such defects, and nought of evil more, When, here, I saw a mighty one arrive The patriarch Abraham; David, royal one; Israel, with his father, and his sons, With Rachel for whose sake so much he had done, And made them blest, with many more, eftsoons. No human souls before those happy ones. Formar le mika va teased not on a fire. But all passed Srvart trough the wood alway The vood. I m. of nang puits, there. On his side from the summit. nov. our W Vich vieled the hemisphere of darkness gray. Our murve, still not so far but that, in part. I would scem what beccared folk there dwelled. ✪ ficu fat iccccrest all fore and art. Say who are these that such great worship find. And he to me: The name they left behind, Which speaketh in thy life above of those, Woc grace in Heaven, which raised them in this Ed Meantime I heard a voice, full clear that rose; Honour ye, honour ye the highest bard: His shade, which was gone forth, returns to us. When that the voice made end, nor more was heard, I saw four mighty shades from out that quire Approach, whose semblance sad nor blithe appeared. Then the good master thus began: Admire! Behold him yonder, with that sword in hand, Who comes before the three, even as their sire: That is great Homer, sovereign poet, and Next is the satirist Horace who comes on: Ovid is third; Lucan last of that band. Because that these agree with me, each one, In name, such as the voice pronounced, likewise They do me honour, and, so, well have done. Thus the fair school I saw, in goodly guise, Of that great lord of the most lofty song, Which o'er the others, as an eagle, flies. When somewhat they had spoke, themselves among, They turned towards me, with a greeting fair, And my good master smiled on them along. And much more honour gave they to me, there; For one they made me of their band so bright, And I was sixth of that assemblage rare. Thus went we onward, till we reached the light, Circled by lofty walls, seven times, in girth; This we passed o'er, as if o'er hardest earth. |