And if it still doth please you to go onward, Pursue your way along upon this rock; 312 Near is another crag that yields a path. 313 Yesterday, five hours later than this hour, 314 One thousand and two hundred sixty-six Years were complete, that here the way was broken. 315 I send in that direction some of mine To see if any one doth air himself; Go ye with them; for they will not be vicious. Step forward, Alichino and Calcabrina,” Began he to cry out, “and thou, Cagnazzo; And Barbariccia, do thou guide the ten. Come forward, Libicocco and Draghignazzo, And tusked Ciriatto and Graffiacane, And Farfarello and mad Rubicante; Search ye all round about the boiling pitch; Let these be safe as far as the next crag, 316 That all unbroken passes o’er the dens.” “O me! what is it, Master, that I see?