So that she covers Cervia with her vans. The city which once made the long resistance, 400 And of the French a sanguinary heap, Beneath the Green Paws finds itself again; 401 Verrucchio’s ancient Mastiff and the new, 402 Who made such bad disposal of Montagna, Where they are wont make wimbles of their teeth. The cities of Lamone and Santerno 403 Governs the Lioncel of the white lair, Who changes sides ’twixt summer-time and winter; And that of which the Savio bathes the flank, 404 Even as it lies between the plain and mountain, Lives between tyranny and a free state. Now I entreat thee tell us who thou art; Be not more stubborn than the rest have been, So may thy name hold front there in the world.” After the fire a little more had roared In its own fashion, the sharp point it moved This way and that, and then gave forth such breath: