pues todos, hacia el Castillo, de un lado tienen el rostro y van rumbo a San Pedro; del otro lado van rumbo al Monte. Por este y aquel lado, a lo largo de la piedra lívida, vi demonios cornudos con grandes azotes, que los golpeaban cruelmente por la espalda. ¡Ay de mí! ¡Cómo les hacían levantar las piernas con los primeros golpes! Y, a fe mía, ninguno esperó al segundo ni al tercero.
While I was going on, mine eyes by one Encountered were; and straight I said: “Already With sight of this one I am not unfed.”
Therefore I stayed my feet to make him out, And with me the sweet Guide came to a stand, And to my going somewhat back assented; And he, the scourged one, thought to hide himself, Lowering his face, but little it availed him;
For said I: “Thou that castest down thine eyes, If false are not the features which thou bearest, Thou art Venedico Caccianimico; But what doth bring thee to such pungent sauces?”
And he to me: “Unwillingly I tell it; But forces me thine utterance distinct, Which makes me recollect the ancient world. I was the one who the fair Ghisola Induced to grant the wishes of the Marquis, Howe’er the shameless story may be told. Not the sole Bolognese am I who weeps here; Nay, rather is this place so full of them, That not so many tongues today are taught ’Twixt Reno and Savena to say sipa ; And if thereof thou wishest pledge or proof, Bring to thy mind our avaricious heart.”
While speaking in this manner, with his scourge A demon smote him, and said: “Get thee gone Pander, there are no women here for coin.”
Me volví nuevamente hacia mi guía; Pocos pasos después llegamos donde del margen se proyecta un peñasco. Este con gran facilidad subimos, y girando a la derecha por su lomo, de aquellos círculos eternos nos partimos.