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did appear, coming towards the bellies

       Of the two others, a small fiery serpent,

       Livid and black as is a peppercorn.

      And in that part whereat is first received

       Our aliment, it one of them transfixed;

       Then downward fell in front of him extended.

      The one transfixed looked at it, but said naught;

       Nay, rather with feet motionless he yawned,

       Just as if sleep or fever had assailed him.

      He at the serpent gazed, and it at him;

       One through the wound, the other through the mouth

       Smoked violently, and the smoke commingled.

      Henceforth be silent Lucan, where he mentions

       Wretched Sabellus and Nassidius,

       And wait to hear what now shall be shot forth.

      Be silent Ovid, of Cadmus and Arethusa;

       For if him to a snake, her to fountain,

       Converts he fabling, that I grudge him not;

      Because two natures never front to front

       Has he transmuted, so that both the forms

       To interchange their matter ready were.

      Together they responded in such wise,

       That to a fork the serpent cleft his tail,

       And eke the wounded drew his feet together.

      The legs together with the thighs themselves

       Adhered so, that in little time the juncture

       No sign whatever made that was apparent.

      He with the cloven tail assumed the figure

       The other one was losing, and his skin

       Became elastic, and the other's hard.

      I saw the arms draw inward at the armpits,

       And both feet of the reptile, that were short,

       Lengthen as much as those contracted were.

      Thereafter the hind feet, together twisted,

       Became the member that a man conceals,

       And of his own the wretch had two created.

      While both of them the exhalation veils

       With a new colour, and engenders hair

       On one of them and depilates the other,

      The one uprose and down the other fell,

       Though turning not away their impious lamps,

       Underneath which each one his muzzle changed.

      He who was standing drew it tow'rds the temples,

       And from excess of matter, which came thither,

       Issued the ears from out the hollow cheeks;

      What did not backward run and was retained

       Of that excess made to the face a nose,

       And the lips thickened far as was befitting.

      He who lay prostrate thrusts his muzzle forward,

       And backward draws the ears into his head,

       In the same manner as the snail its horns;

      And so the tongue, which was entire and apt

       For speech before, is cleft, and the bi-forked

       In the other closes up, and the smoke ceases.

      The soul, which to a reptile had been changed,

       Along the valley hissing takes to flight,

       And after him the other speaking sputters.

      Then did he turn upon him his new shoulders,

       And said to the other: "I'll have Buoso run,

       Crawling as I have done, along this road."

      In this way I beheld the seventh ballast

       Shift and reshift, and here be my excuse

       The novelty, if aught my pen transgress.

      And notwithstanding that mine eyes might be

       Somewhat bewildered, and my mind dismayed,

       They could not flee away so secretly

      But that I plainly saw Puccio Sciancato;

       And he it was who sole of three companions,

       Which came in the beginning, was not changed;

      The other was he whom thou, Gaville, weepest.

      Canto XXVI. The Eighth Bolgia: Evil Counsellors. Ulysses and Diomed. Ulysses' Last Voyage.

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      Rejoice, O Florence, since thou art so great,

       That over sea and land thou beatest thy wings,

       And throughout Hell thy name is spread abroad!

      Among the thieves five citizens of thine

       Like these I found, whence shame comes unto me,

       And thou thereby to no great honour risest.

      But if when morn is near our dreams are true,

       Feel shalt thou in a little time from now

       What Prato, if none other, craves for thee.

      And if it now were, it were not too soon;

       Would that it were, seeing it needs must be,

       For 'twill aggrieve me more the more I age.

      We went our way, and up along the stairs

       The bourns had made us to descend before,

       Remounted my Conductor and drew me.

      And following the solitary path

       Among the rocks and ridges of the crag,

       The foot without the hand sped not at all.

      Then sorrowed I, and sorrow now again,

       When I direct my mind to what I saw,

       And more my genius curb than I am wont,

      That it may run not unless virtue guide it;

       So that if some good star, or better thing,

       Have given me good, I may myself not grudge it.

      As many as the hind (who on the hill

       Rests at the time when he who lights the world

       His countenance keeps least concealed from us,

      While as the fly gives place unto the gnat)

       Seeth the glow-worms down along the valley,

       Perchance there where he ploughs and makes his vintage;

      With flames as manifold resplendent all

       Was the eighth Bolgia, as I grew aware

       As soon as I was where the depth appeared.

      And such as he who with the bears avenged him

       Beheld Elijah's chariot at departing,

       What time the steeds to heaven erect uprose,

      For with his eye he could not follow it

       So as to see aught else than flame alone,

       Even as a little cloud ascending upward,

      Thus each along the gorge of the intrenchment

       Was

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