Читать книгу The Divine Comedy: Inferno, Purgatorio, Paradiso (3 Classic Unabridged Translations in one eBook: Cary's + Longfellow's + Norton's Translation + Original Illustrations by Gustave Doré) - Dante Alighieri - Страница 50

When from their game of dice men separate,

He, who hath lost, remains in sadness fix'd,

Revolving in his mind, what luckless throws

He cast: but meanwhile all the company

Go with the other; one before him runs,

And one behind his mantle twitches, one

Fast by his side bids him remember him.

He stops not; and each one, to whom his hand

Is stretch'd, well knows he bids him stand aside;

And thus he from the press defends himself.

E'en such was I in that close-crowding throng;

And turning so my face around to all,

And promising, I 'scap'd from it with pains.

Here of Arezzo him I saw, who fell

By Ghino's cruel arm; and him beside,

Who in his chase was swallow'd by the stream.

Here Frederic Novello, with his hand

Stretch'd forth, entreated; and of Pisa he,

Who put the good Marzuco to such proof

Of constancy. Count Orso I beheld;

And from its frame a soul dismiss'd for spite

And envy, as it said, but for no crime:

I speak of Peter de la Brosse; and here,

While she yet lives, that Lady of Brabant

Let her beware; lest for so false a deed

She herd with worse than these. When I was freed

From all those spirits, who pray'd for others' prayers

To hasten on their state of blessedness;

Straight I began: "O thou, my luminary!

It seems expressly in thy text denied,

That heaven's supreme decree can never bend

To supplication; yet with this design

Do these entreat. Can then their hope be vain,

Or is thy saying not to me reveal'd?"

He thus to me: "Both what I write is plain,

And these deceiv'd not in their hope, if well

Thy mind consider, that the sacred height

Of judgment doth not stoop, because love's flame

In a short moment all fulfils, which he

Who sojourns here, in right should satisfy.

Besides, when I this point concluded thus,

By praying no defect could be supplied;

Because the pray'r had none access to God.

Yet in this deep suspicion rest thou not

Contented unless she assure thee so,

Who betwixt truth and mind infuses light.

I know not if thou take me right; I mean

Beatrice. Her thou shalt behold above,

Upon this mountain's crown, fair seat of joy."

Then I: "Sir! let us mend our speed; for now

I tire not as before; and lo! the hill

Stretches its shadow far." He answer'd thus:

"Our progress with this day shall be as much

As we may now dispatch; but otherwise

Than thou supposest is the truth. For there

Thou canst not be, ere thou once more behold

Him back returning, who behind the steep

Is now so hidden, that as erst his beam

Thou dost not break. But lo! a spirit there

Stands solitary, and toward us looks:

It will instruct us in the speediest way."

We soon approach'd it. O thou Lombard spirit!

How didst thou stand, in high abstracted mood,

Scarce moving with slow dignity thine eyes!

It spoke not aught, but let us onward pass,

Eyeing us as a lion on his watch.

But Virgil with entreaty mild advanc'd,

Requesting it to show the best ascent.

It answer to his question none return'd,

But of our country and our kind of life

Demanded. When my courteous guide began,

"Mantua," the solitary shadow quick

Rose towards us from the place in which it stood,

And cry'd, "Mantuan! I am thy countryman

Sordello." Each the other then embrac'd.

Ah slavish Italy! thou inn of grief,

Vessel without a pilot in loud storm,

Lady no longer of fair provinces,

But brothel-house impure! this gentle spirit,

Ev'n from the Pleasant sound of his dear land

Was prompt to greet a fellow citizen

With such glad cheer; while now thy living ones

In thee abide not without war; and one

Malicious gnaws another, ay of those

Whom the same wall and the same moat contains,

Seek, wretched one! around thy sea-coasts wide;

Then homeward to thy bosom turn, and mark

If any part of the sweet peace enjoy.

What boots it, that thy reins Justinian's hand

Befitted, if thy saddle be unpress'd?

Nought doth he now but aggravate thy shame.

Ah people! thou obedient still shouldst live,

And in the saddle let thy Caesar sit,

If well thou marked'st that which God commands.

Look how that beast to felness hath relaps'd

From having lost correction of the spur,

Since to the bridle thou hast set thine hand,

O German Albert! who abandon'st her,

That is grown savage and unmanageable,

When thou should'st clasp her flanks with forked heels.

Just judgment from the stars fall on thy blood!

And be it strange and manifest to all!

Such as may strike thy successor with dread!

For that thy sire and thou have suffer'd thus,

Through greediness of yonder realms detain'd,

The garden of the empire to run waste.

Come see the Capulets and Montagues,

The Philippeschi and Monaldi! man

Who car'st for nought! those sunk in grief, and these

With dire suspicion rack'd. Come, cruel one!

Come and behold the' oppression of the nobles,

And mark their injuries: and thou mayst see.

What safety Santafiore can supply.

Come and behold thy Rome, who calls on thee,

Desolate widow! day and night with moans:

"My Caesar, why dost thou desert my side?"

Come and behold what love among thy people:

And if no pity touches thee for us,

Come and blush for thine own report. For me,

If it be lawful, O Almighty Power,

Who wast in earth for our sakes crucified!

Are thy just eyes turn'd elsewhere? or is this

A preparation in the wond'rous depth

Of thy sage counsel made, for some good end,

Entirely from our reach of thought cut off?

So are the' Italian cities all o'erthrong'd

With tyrants, and a great Marcellus made

Of every petty factious villager.

My Florence! thou mayst well remain unmov'd

At this digression, which affects not thee:

Thanks to thy people, who so wisely speed.

Many have justice in their heart, that long

Waiteth for counsel to direct the bow,

Or ere it dart unto its aim: but shine

Have it on their lip's edge. Many refuse

To bear the common burdens: readier thine

Answer uneall'd, and cry, "Behold I stoop!"

Make thyself glad, for thou hast reason now,

Thou wealthy! thou at peace! thou wisdom-fraught!

Facts best witness if I speak the truth.

Athens and Lacedaemon, who of old

Enacted laws, for civil arts renown'd,

Made little progress in improving life

Tow'rds thee, who usest such nice subtlety,

That to the middle of November scarce

Reaches the thread thou in October weav'st.

How many times, within thy memory,

Customs, and laws, and coins, and offices

Have been by thee renew'd, and people chang'd!

If thou remember'st well and can'st see clear,

Thou wilt perceive thyself like a sick wretch,

Who finds no rest upon her down, but oft

Shifting her side, short respite seeks from pain.