I heard a voice proclaiming even then, "Honor unto the most high poet yield; "See him that comes with sword in hand along, And leadeth, like an honored liege, the way; 80 85 That is Homeros, paramount of song; Horatius, the satirist, is nigh; Ovidius third, Lucanus last in throng. Because that each partaketh, as do I, The name, which from the single voice did sound, They do me honor, and do well thereby : They reasoned now among themselves not long, And turned to me with signs of courtesy, My gracious master smiling hereupon; 90 95 And far more honor they vouchsafed to me, As there to speak of them was meet again. A noble castle we arrived beside, That in the midst of seven high walls doth stand, And fair protecting waters round it glide; Over the which we passed, like to firm land; By seven gates these noble wits and I 100 105 110 Came through, where fresh and verdant swards expand. A tribe was there of grave and tardy eye; Semblance of great authority they wore, And spoke with voices soft unfrequently. Thus to a corner of the tract we bore, And reacht an open place full high and sheen, Whence all could be descried and well lookt o'er. There, in my front, upon the enamel green, Appeared the mighty shades without disguise, Whom in my soul I glory to have seen. 115 120 I saw Electra with large companies Of friends, where Hector and Eneas be, And Cæsar, arm'd with his gier-eagle eyes. I saw Camilla and Penthesilee Another way, where king Latinus, graced, Sat in his child Lavinia's company; I saw that Brutus who the Tarquin chased, I saw the master unto those who know, I saw both Plato there, and Socrates, That giver of all to chance, Democritus, 125 130 135 Call Dioscorides); Orpheus did I see, 140 And ethic Seneca, Tullius, Livius, Euclid geometer, and Ptolemee, Galenus, Avicen, Hippocrates, And Averrois, (the mighty gloss made he). For my long theme pursues me with such care, I reacht a land, where never glints a ray. 145 150 CANTO V. So passed I from that zone, the first in hell, Down to the next, which less includes of space, And pains more poignant, which to shrieks compel. There snarling Minos, at the entering-place, Stands horrible, and crimes examines there, And judges, and decides with knots each case. I say, when miscreated spirits fare Before him, cleanly each herself confesses, And he, who knowingly can faults compare, Makes out what place she suits in hell, and dresses 10 His tail as many times about his waist, As she must go down grades in those abysses. In turn advances each, her doom to know, And speaks, and hears, and downward then is chased. 15 5 |