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As he who goeth yonder undertook,

      That he might gain the lady of the herd,

       To counterfeit in himself Buoso Donati,

       Making a will and giving it due form."

      And after the two maniacs had passed

       On whom I held mine eye, I turned it back

       To look upon the other evil-born.

      I saw one made in fashion of a lute,

       If he had only had the groin cut off

       Just at the point at which a man is forked.

      The heavy dropsy, that so disproportions

       The limbs with humours, which it ill concocts,

       That the face corresponds not to the belly,

      Compelled him so to hold his lips apart

       As does the hectic, who because of thirst

       One tow'rds the chin, the other upward turns.

      "O ye, who without any torment are,

       And why I know not, in the world of woe,"

       He said to us, "behold, and be attentive

      Unto the misery of Master Adam;

       I had while living much of what I wished,

       And now, alas! a drop of water crave.

      The rivulets, that from the verdant hills

       Of Cassentin descend down into Arno,

       Making their channels to be cold and moist,

      Ever before me stand, and not in vain;

       For far more doth their image dry me up

       Than the disease which strips my face of flesh.

      The rigid justice that chastises me

       Draweth occasion from the place in which

       I sinned, to put the more my sighs in flight.

      There is Romena, where I counterfeited

       The currency imprinted with the Baptist,

       For which I left my body burned above.

      But if I here could see the tristful soul

       Of Guido, or Alessandro, or their brother,

       For Branda's fount I would not give the sight.

      One is within already, if the raving

       Shades that are going round about speak truth;

       But what avails it me, whose limbs are tied?

      If I were only still so light, that in

       A hundred years I could advance one inch,

       I had already started on the way,

      Seeking him out among this squalid folk,

       Although the circuit be eleven miles,

       And be not less than half a mile across.

      For them am I in such a family;

       They did induce me into coining florins,

       Which had three carats of impurity."

      And I to him: "Who are the two poor wretches

       That smoke like unto a wet hand in winter,

       Lying there close upon thy right-hand confines?"

      "I found them here," replied he, "when I rained

       Into this chasm, and since they have not turned,

       Nor do I think they will for evermore.

      One the false woman is who accused Joseph,

       The other the false Sinon, Greek of Troy;

       From acute fever they send forth such reek."

      And one of them, who felt himself annoyed

       At being, peradventure, named so darkly,

       Smote with the fist upon his hardened paunch.

      It gave a sound, as if it were a drum;

       And Master Adam smote him in the face,

       With arm that did not seem to be less hard,

      Saying to him: "Although be taken from me

       All motion, for my limbs that heavy are,

       I have an arm unfettered for such need."

      Whereat he answer made: "When thou didst go

       Unto the fire, thou hadst it not so ready:

       But hadst it so and more when thou wast coining."

      The dropsical: "Thou sayest true in that;

       But thou wast not so true a witness there,

       Where thou wast questioned of the truth at Troy."

      "If I spake false, thou falsifiedst the coin,"

       Said Sinon; "and for one fault I am here,

       And thou for more than any other demon."

      "Remember, perjurer, about the horse,"

       He made reply who had the swollen belly,

       "And rueful be it thee the whole world knows it."

      "Rueful to thee the thirst be wherewith cracks

       Thy tongue," the Greek said, "and the putrid water

       That hedges so thy paunch before thine eyes."

      Then the false-coiner: "So is gaping wide

       Thy mouth for speaking evil, as 'tis wont;

       Because if I have thirst, and humour stuff me

      Thou hast the burning and the head that aches,

       And to lick up the mirror of Narcissus

       Thou wouldst not want words many to invite thee."

      In listening to them was I wholly fixed,

       When said the Master to me: "Now just look,

       For little wants it that I quarrel with thee."

      When him I heard in anger speak to me,

       I turned me round towards him with such shame

       That still it eddies through my memory.

      And as he is who dreams of his own harm,

       Who dreaming wishes it may be a dream,

       So that he craves what is, as if it were not;

      Such I became, not having power to speak,

       For to excuse myself I wished, and still

       Excused myself, and did not think I did it.

      "Less shame doth wash away a greater fault,"

       The Master said, "than this of thine has been;

       Therefore thyself disburden of all sadness,

      And make account that I am aye beside thee,

       If e'er it come to pass that fortune bring thee

       Where there are people in a like dispute;

      For a base wish it is to wish to hear it."

      Canto XXXI. The Giants, Nimrod, Ephialtes, and Antaeus. Descent to Cocytus.

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      One and the selfsame tongue first wounded me,

       So that it tinged the one cheek and the other,

       And then held out to me the medicine;

      Thus do I hear that once Achilles' spear,

      

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