And as I walked along, and looked them o'er, I saw in yellow purse an emblem blue, That shape and 'havior of a lion wore. Then in the further carriage of my view Another, ruddier than blood, I note, That held a goose of more than cream-white hue. In azure tint a teeming sow was set, Cried to me, "What dost thou along this moat? 60 65 70 Full oft they shout, until I long to close My ear, 'Let come our sovereign lord, the man Who three male goats upon his budget shows." And at the word he writhed his mouth, and threw His tongue out, like an ox that licks his nose. Then fearing to provoke his anger, who Had warned me but a little there to bide, From these forwearied spirits I withdrew. 999 75 Already mounted I beheld my guide Upon the back of that fell reptile, whence, "Now be thou bold and confident," he cried. "By such a staircase must we go down hence; Get thou in front, and I between will sit, That so the tail may do thee no offence." 80 As one who hath so nigh the chilling fit 85 Of ague, that with nails already white He shivers in the shade he shrinks to quit, Such, when those words were uttered, was my fright; But shame fell on me from the threats he cast, Which makes a servant valiant in the sight Of a good lord. Upon those shoulders vast 90 I set myself; I would, but voice no more In perilous time, soon as I'd mounted so, 95 As when a bark from haven making way Goes backing out, so put forth Geryon there; But when his form on all sides found full play, Then stretching out his tail, he turned it where His chest had been, and plied it like an eel, And gathered to him 'neath his claws the air. No greater dread, I think, did Phaethon feel At letting go the reins, through which the round The melting wax displume his loins, when cried 100 105 111 115 Swam on, but I perceived not that he stirred, Save by a wind before me and below. Already 'neath us on the right I heard That cataract with hideous hurly break, 120 Then feared I more the swoop we had to make, For fires I saw, and heard lamentings too, Our circling and descent, through the great pains That toward us now from many quarters drew. Like as a hawk that long on wing remains, But when no bird nor lure appears in sight, "Alack thou sink'st," the falconer complainsDown comes he wearied, and his rapid flight Throws in a hundred wheels, and sinks at last Close to the rocky precipice's foot, 126 130 135 CANTO XVIII. THERE is a place in hell, called Evilpits, There yawns a gulf, exceeding deep and wide, As shows the pattern laid before the eye, In place, where many trenches drawn before Its ramparts, to defend a fortress lie; Such was the appearance which these vallies bore, And like as bridges from the gates are sent Of such a castle to the outer shore; 5 10 15 |