The Divine Comedy — Dante Alighieri
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114 HELL. Casto To gain as prize the ladj of the herd, Buoso DoHati, with his form to feign, Devising all his goods with forms averred.'* ** After had passed away the rabid twain On whom till now my vision I had held. On the other bom to ill I turned again. One fashioned like a lute I there beheld, Had he been only lopt off at the groin, ^ The which o'er his shrank legs so hugely swelled. The dropsy, which the frame doth so disjoin. Through humour unabsorbed that the same &yce To the same belly no one would assign, Forced him his lips to open wide in space. As a consumptive man who through his thirst One upwards and one o'er his chin doth brace* '' O ye who each one, free from sickness, stirr'st (Wherefore I know not) in this world of woe," Said he to us, '' now wait and see the worst Wretchedness Master Adam here doth show ; In life I had enough for all my wills, Now I desire one drop of water, woe ! The rivulets that from the verdant hills Of Casentine descend to Amo's plain, Making all cool and moist their little rills. Are ever here before me, not in vain. Since the dear image makes for me more drought Than the disease through which my fekce is lean. The rigid justice which my doom hath wrought, ^' From the place in which I sinned, a reason plied To make my sighs with greater frequence fruught. Bomena's here, there where I falsified The money stamped with San Baptista's sign, For which with body burnt on earth I died. Here could I only see the soid malign Of Guido or his brethren, either one, For Branda's fount that sight I'd not resign. And one of them doth here already wonne, If the wild shades who wander round speak true. But what avails it me whose limbs are gone ?
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Line 61. Master Adam of Bresoia was induced by Guido and his two brothers, Counts of Bomenai a land in the Casentine, to coin false florins, for which crime he was burnt. The Florentine florin was stamped on one side witJi an effigy of the Baptist, and the other a lily. Lino 78. A fountain of clearest water in Siena.
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Cahto XXX. HELL. 115 If I in sooth were only light eno* To walk an inch within a hundred years, I had set out upon my path ere now. To seek him out amongst his filthy peers, Though for eleven long miles around they lie, Nor less than half a mile athwart one steers.
Through them am I 'mid such a family ; 'Twas they induced me florins false to coin, That had in them three carats of alloy." ••* And I to him : " What wretched pair recline Smoking like hand immersed in water cold, Stretcht out so closely at thy right confine ?" *' They've moved not since I first did them behold," He answered, ** when within this pool I fell, •* Nor do I think they'd move through ages old.
The one 'gainst Joseph the false tale did tell. The other is false Simon, Greek of Troy ; Through their high fever they cast out such smell. And one of them to whom it caused annoy, ^^ Perchance the being called by name so mean. Against his belly hard his fist let fly ; It sounded as it were a tambourine.
And Master Adam struck him on the face With 's arm, which did not seem less hard I ween, ^^ Saying to him : " Although the power to pace Be taken from my limbs, of grievous weight, Free for such work an arm I still possess. Whence he replied : " When to thy fiery fate Thou walkedst, thou hadst not thy arm so quick, But when thou coinedst it was quicker yet.
The dropsical : '' In this thou truth dost speak : But thou gav'st not such truthful testimony, There, when from thee the Trojans truth did seek. '' If I spoke false, and thou didst coin false money," Said Simon, " I but for one fault am here. But thou for more than other demon anv. " Bring back to mind the horse, thou perjurer," Answered the other, " with his paunch accurst.
Known unto all the world, be thine the slur." ^^ ** The guilt be thine of thirsting, whence doth burst Thy tongue," cried out the Q-reek, ** and water foul Which 'fore thy eyes that belly pile has nursed. Thereat the coiner : '^ Still mav gape and roll Thy mouth in speaking evil, as 'tis wont ; If I have thirst, and humour pu& me full, Line 97. Potiphar's wife.
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114 HELL. Casto To gain as prize the ladj of the herd, Buoso DoHati, with his form to feign, Devising all his goods with forms averred.'* ** After had passed away the rabid twain On whom till now my vision I had held. On the other bom to ill I turned again. One fashioned like a lute I there beheld, Had he been only lopt off at the groin, ^ The which o'er his shrank legs so hugely swelled. The dropsy, which the frame does so disjoin. Through humour unabsorbed that the same &yce To the same belly no one would assign, Forced him his lips to open wide in space. As a consumptive man who through his thirst One upwards and one o'er his chin does brace* '' O you who each one, free from sickness, stirr'st (Wherefore I know not) in this world of woe," Said he to us, '' now wait and see the worst Wretchedness Master Adam here does show ; In life I had enough for all my wills, Now I desire one drop of water, woe ! The rivulets that from the verdant hills Of Casentine descend to Amo's plain, Making all cool and moist their little rills. Are ever here before me, not in vain. Since the dear image makes for me more drought Than the disease through which my fekce is lean. The rigid justice which my doom has wrought, ^' From the place in which I sinned, a reason plied To make my sighs with greater frequence fruught. Bomena's here, there where I falsified The money stamped with San Baptista's sign, For which with body burnt on earth I died. Here could I only see the soid malign Of Guido or his brethren, either one, For Branda's fount that sight I'd not resign. And one of them does here already wonne, If the wild shades who wander round speak true. But what avails it me whose limbs are gone ?
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Line 61. Master Adam of Bresoia was induced by Guido and his two brothers, Counts of Bomenai a land in the Casentine, to coin false florins, for which crime he was burnt. The Florentine florin was stamped on one side witJi an effigy of the Baptist, and the other a lily. Lino 78. A fountain of clearest water in Siena.
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Cahto XXX. HELL. 115 If I in sooth were only light eno* To walk an inch within a hundred years, I had set out upon my path ere now. To seek him out amongst his filthy peers, Though for eleven long miles around they lie, Nor less than half a mile athwart one steers. Through them am I 'mid such a family ; 'Twas they induced me florins false to coin, That had in them three carats of alloy." ••* And I to him : " What wretched pair recline Smoking like hand immersed in water cold, Stretcht out so closely at your right confine ?" *' They've moved not since I first did them behold," He answered, ** when within this pool I fell, •* Nor do I think they'd move through ages old. The one 'gainst Joseph the false tale did tell. The other is false Simon, Greek of Troy ; Through their high fever they cast out such smell." And one of them to whom it caused annoy, ^^ Perchance the being called by name so mean. Against his belly hard his fist let fly ; It sounded as it were a tambourine. And Master Adam struck him on the face With 's arm, which did not seem less hard I ween, ^^ Saying to him : " Although the power to pace Be taken from my limbs, of grievous weight, Free for such work an arm I still possess." Whence he replied : " When to your fiery fate You walkedst, you had not your arm so quick, But when you coinedst it was quicker yet." The dropsical : '' In this you truth do speak : But you gav'st not such truthful testimony, There, when from you the Trojans truth did seek." '' If I spoke false, and you did coin false money," Said Simon, " I but for one fault am here. But you for more than other demon anv." " Bring back to mind the horse, you perjurer," Answered the other, " with his paunch accurst. Known unto all the world, be your the slur." ^^ ** The guilt be your of thirsting, whence does burst Your tongue," cried out the Q-reek, ** and water foul Which 'fore your eyes that belly pile has nursed." Thereat the coiner : '^ Still mav gape and roll Your mouth in speaking evil, as 'tis wont ; If I have thirst, and humour pu& me full, Line 97. Potiphar's wife.
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