But longer is the time I've been immerst, And borne my heels above my head, and fried, 80 Then he shall stand with ruddy feet reverst. For after him, with works more darkly dyed, Will come a shepherd from the westward land, That's fit to cover him and me beside. In him shall Maccabean Jason stand Renewed, and like the king whom Jason had, 85 So France's unto this man shall be bland." 90 St. Peter yield him, ere he gave the keys Into his keeping; nay, but sure he said, "Follow thou me,' and asked none other fees. Nor Peter nor the rest with Matthew pled For gold or silver, when upon him fell The lot that wicked one had forfeited. Then stay down there, for thou art punished well, And keep the money close that ill was gained, That made thee so against king Charles to swell; 95 And were it not that I am still refrained, By reverence for the keys of supreme grace, And the ten horns in her approval told, Not from thy faith, but from that dowry sprung, Such were the notes that over him I sung, When or by anger or by conscience prest, Full violently with both his feet he flung. 100 105 110 115 120 I trow I pleased my master, he confest In every feature ever such content, To hear the words I voiced from Truth's behest. And quite upon his breast when I was cast, But thus unto the bridge's top he strode, Full soft above the untrimmed and craggy cope, 125 130 That would have made for goats an uncouth road; CANTO XX. Now to new pains must I accord my verses, And matter for the twentieth canto strew The depth of that uncovered gulf to sound, Advance, in weeping silence, at the pace That men chaunt litanies above the ground; And lower down as I discerned the place, They all appeared distorted wondrously Betwixt the chin and bosom; for the face Of each one from the reins was turned awry, And backwards it behoved them to proceed; For none in front had power to cast his eye. 5 10 15 A man by force of palsy may indeed Have so been wrung throughout against the grain, But I've not seen, nor is't within my creed, O Reader, an' if God will have thee gain Fruit from thy study, let thy own heart show 20 If dry-faced any more I could remain, Can any man be guilty more than he 25 30 Lift up thy head, lift up thy head, and see For whom the earth was opened, making call The Thebans, 'Why dost from the battle flee, O Amphiaraus? whither wilt thou fall?' And shattering down he went without a stay To Minos, who takes iron hold on all. |