On the divine goodness, and on his art; From the first pages, thou wilt lay to heart, As pupil doth his master; whence we find From the beginning, it behoves man hence To earn his living and advance his kind. 100 105 But usurers take other means, and hence Both by herself and delegate disdain 110 This nature, whom they grudge their confidence. But follow now, I would no more remain, For now the Fishes on the horizon peep, And quite above the north-west lies the Wain, And far out yonder we descend the steep." 115 CANTO XII. THE place, where to descend this bank we drew, As is that landslip, ere you come to Trent, That smote the flank of Adige, through some stay Sinking beneath it, or by earthquake rent; For from the summit, where of old it lay Plainwards, the broken rock unto the feet Of one above it, might afford some way; Such path adown this precipice we meet; And o'er the broken hollow, at the brow, Lay stretched along the infamy of Crete, Engendered in the simulated cow; Who bit himself on seeing us, as he 10 With inward rage who labours. "What, dost thou," Cried out my sage, "suppose thyself to see, That great Athenian duke returned once more, He breaketh from his bonds, and, impotent At which my guide said, "Hasten to the road; Best make, while he is raging, thy descent." And so along these outshot stones we trode Downwards, and oftentimes they were dispelled Beneath my feet, from their unwonted load. Then said he while I mused, "Thy thoughts are filled, This bestial anger, which I lately quelled. 35 35 Certes not long, if I remember well, Before he came, who did from Pluto's reign, From the upper zone so large a prey compel, On all sides round the deep and putrid glen 40 So trembled, that the universe, I thought, At which time in the ancient rock, both here That spurrest us within our short life so, I saw an ample moat, and curved, as though A quarry, Centaurs ran with arrows dight, As they were used on earth to ply the chase. 45 50 55 And suddenly they stopped, as we in sight To give to Chiron yonder presently, Thy hasty will has wrought mischance of yore." "Lo, that is Nessus," quoth he, prompting me, "Who died in lovely Dejanira's quest, And brought about his own revenge; and he Betwixt the twain, who gazeth on his breast, That great one is who did Achilles rear; Transfixing every soul, that flinches more 60 65 70 75 |