Upon the rugged rock and steep, a path Not easy for the clambering goat to mount. Thence to my view another vale appear'd.
ARGUMENT.-The Poet relates the punishment of such as presumed, while living, to predict future events. It is to have their faces reversed and set the contrary way on their limbs, so that, being deprived of the power to see before them, they are constrained ever to walk backward. Among these Virgil points out to him Amphiaraüs, Tiresias, Aruns, and Manto (from the mention of whom he takes occasion to speak of the origin of Mantua), together with several others, who had practised the arts of divination and astrology.
ND now the verse proceeds to torments new,
Fit argument of this the twentieth strain
Of the first song, whose awful theme records The spirits whelm'd in woe. Earnest I look'd Into the depth, that open'd to my view, Moisten'd with tears of anguish, and beheld A tribe, that came along the hollow vale, In silence weeping: such their step as walk Quires, chanting solemn litanies, on earth.
As on them more direct mine eye descends, Each wonderously seem'd to be reversed At the neck-bone, so that the countenance Was from the reins averted; and because None might before him look, they were compell'd To advance with backward gait. Thus one perhaps Hath been by force of palsy clean transposed, But I ne'er saw it nor believe it so.
Now, reader! think within thyself, so God Fruit of thy reading give thee! how I long Could keep my visage dry, when I beheld Near me our form distorted in such guise, That on the hinder parts fallen from the face The tears down-streaming roll'd. Against a rock I leant and wept, so that my guide exclaim'd: "What, and art thou, too, witless as the rest?
Here pity most doth show herself alive,
When she is dead. What guilt exceedeth his,
Who with Heaven's judgment in his passion strives? Raise up thy head, raise up, and see the man Before whose eyes 1 earth gaped in Thebes, when all Cried out Amphiaraüs, whither rushest? 'Why leavest thou the war?' He not the less Fell ruining far as to Minos down,
Whose grapple none eludes. Lo! how he makes The breast his shoulders; and who once too far Before him wish'd to see, now backward looks, And treads reverse his path. Tiresias note, Who semblance changed, when woman he became Of male, through every limb transform'd; and then Once more behoved him with his rod to strike The two entwining serpents, ere the plumes, That mark'd the better sex, might shoot again. "Aruns, with rere his belly facing, comes. On Luni's mountains 'midst the marbles white, Where delves Carrara's hind, who wons beneath, A cavern was his dwelling, whence the stars And main-sea wide in boundless view he held. "The next, whose loosen'd tresses overspread Her bosom, which thou seest not (for each hair On that side grows) was Manto, she who search'd Through many regions, and at length her seat Fix'd in my native land: whence a short space My words detain thy audience. When her sire From life departed, and in servitude
The city dedicate to Bacchus mourn'd,
Long time she went a wanderer through the world. Aloft in Italy's delightful land
A lake there lies, at foot of that proud Alp
That o'er the Tyrol locks Germania in,
Its name Benacus, from whose ample breast A thousand springs, methinks, and more, between Camonica and Garda, issuing forth,
1" Before whose eyes." Amphiaraus, one of the seven kings who besieged Thebes. He is said to have been swallowed up by an opening of the earth.
2" Aruns. Aruns is said to have
dwelt in the mountains of Luni (from whence that territory is still called Lunigiana), above Carrara, celebrated for its marble.
Water the Apennine. There is a spot 3
At midway of that lake, where he who bears
Of Trento's flock the pastoral staff, with him Of Brescia, and the Veronese, might each Passing that way his benediction give. A garrison of goodly site and strong
Peschiera stands, to awe with front opposed The Bergamese and Brescian, whence the shore More slope each way descends. There, whatsoe'er Benacus' bosom holds not, tumbling o'er Down falls, and winds a river flood beneath
Through the green pastures. Soon as in his course The stream makes head, Benacus then no more They call the name, but Mincius, till at last
Reaching Governo, into Po he falls.
Not far his course hath run, when a wide flat It finds, which overstretching as a marsh It covers, pestilent in summer oft.
Hence journeying, the savage maiden saw Midst of the fen a territory waste
And naked of inhabitants. To shun
All human converse, here she with her slaves, Plying her arts, remain'd, and liv'd, and left Her body tenantless. Thenceforth the tribes, Who round were scatter'd, gathering to that place, Assembled; for its strength was great, enclosed On all parts by the fen. On those dead bones They rear'd themselves a city, for her sake Calling it Mantua, who first chose the spot, Nor ask'd another omen for the name; Wherein more numerous the people dwelt, Ere Casalodi's madness" by deceit Was wronged of Pinamonte. If thou hear Henceforth another origin assign'd
"There is a spot." Prato di Fame, where the dioceses of Trento, Verona, and Brescia meet.
"Peschiera." A garrison situated to the south of the lake, where it empties itself and forms the Mincius.
"Casalodi's madness.' Alberto da Casalodi, who had got possession of Mantua, was persuaded, by Pinamonte
Buonacossi, that he might ingratiate himself with the people, by banishing to their own castles the nobles, who were obnoxious to them. No sooner was this done than Pinamonte put him. self at the head of the populace, drove out Casalodi and his adherents, and obtained the sovereignty for himself.
Of that my country, I forewarn thee now, That falsehood none beguile thee of the truth.”
I answer'd," Teacher, I conclude thy words So certain, that all else shall be to me
As embers lacking life. But now of these, Who here proceed, instruct me, if thou see Any that merit more especial note.
For thereon is my mind alone intent."
He straight replied: "That spirit, from whose cheek The beard sweeps o'er his shoulders brown, what time Græcia was emptied of her males, that scarce The cradles were supplied, the seer was he In Aulis, who with Calchas gave the sign When first to cut the cable. Him they named Eurypilus: so sings my tragic strain, In which majestic measure well thou know'st, Who know'st it all. That other, round the loins So slender of his shape, was Michael Scot, Practised in every slight of magic wile.
"Guido Bonatti' see: Asdente mark, Who now were willing he had tended still The thread and cordwain, and too late repents. "See next the wretches, who the needle left, The shuttle and the spindle, and became Diviners: baneful witcheries they wrought With images and herbs. But onward now: For now doth Cain with fork of thorns & confine On either hemisphere, touching the wave Beneath the towers of Seville. Yesternight
The moon was round. Thou mayst remember well: For she good service did thee in the gloom
Of the deep wood." This said, both onward moved.
"Michael Scot." Boccaccio, "Dec." G. viii. N. 9. It is not long since there was in this city (Florence) a great master in necromancy, who was called Michele Scotto, because he was from Scotland."
Guido Bonatti." An astrologer of Forli, on whose skill Guido da Montefeltro, lord of that place, so much relied, that he is reported never to have gone into battle, except in the hour recommended to him as fortunate by Bonatti. Landino and Vellutello speak of a book which he composed on the subject of his art. Macchiavelli men
tions, him in the "History of Flor ence, 1. i. p. 24. ed. 1550. He flour. ished about 1230 and 1260. Though a learned astronomer he was seduced by astrology, through which he was greatly in favor with many princes of that time. His many works are miserably spoiled by it."
"Cain with fork of thorns." By Cain and the thorns, or what is still vulgarly I called the Man in the Moon, the Poet denotes that luminary. The same superstition is alluded to in the Paradise, Canto ii. 52.
ARGUMENT.-Still in the eighth circle, which bears the name of Malebolge, they look down from the bridge that passes over its fifth gulf, upon the barterers or public peculators. These are plunged in a lake of boiling pitch, and guarded by Demons, to whom Virgil, leaving Dante apart, presents himself; and license being obtained to pass onward, both pursue their way.
HUS we from bridge to bridge, with other talk,
The which my drama cares not to rehearse, Pass'd on; and to the summit reaching, stood
To view another gap, within the round
Of Malebolge, other bootless pangs.
Marvellous darkness shadow'd o'er the place. In the Venetians' arsenal as boils
Through wintry months tenacious pitch, to smear Their unsound vessels; for the inclement time Seafaring men restrains, and in that while His bark one builds anew, another stops
The ribs of his that hath made many a voyage, One hammers at the prow, one at the poop, This shapeth oars, that other cables twirls, The mizzen one repairs, and main-sail rent; So, not by force of fire but art divine,
Boil'd here a glutinous thick mass, that round Limed all the shore beneath. I that beheld, But herein naught distinguish'd, save the bubbles Raised by the boiling, and one mighty swell Heave, and by turns subsiding fall. While there I fix'd my ken below, "Mark! mark!" my guide Exclaiming, drew me toward him from the place Wherein I stood. I turn'd myself, as one Impatient to behold that which beheld
He needs must shun, whom sudden fear unmans, That he his flight delays not for the view. Behind me I discern'd a devil black, That running up advanced along the rock. Ah! what fierce cruelty his look bespake. In act how bitter did he seem, with wings
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