Rejoice, O Florence, since thou art so great, 374 That over sea and land thou beatest thy wings, And throughout Hell thy name is spread abroad! Among the thieves five citizens of thine 375 Like these I found, whence shame comes unto me, And thou thereby to no great honor risest. But if when morn is near our dreams are true, 376 Feel shalt thou in a little time from now What Prato, if none other, craves for thee. 377 And if it now were, it were not too soon; 378 Would that it were, seeing it needs must be, For ’twill aggrieve me more the more I age. We went our way, and up along the stairs The bourns had made us to descend before, Remounted my Conductor and drew me. And following the solitary path Among the rocks and ridges of the crag, The foot without the hand sped not at all. Then sorrowed I, and sorrow now again,