The many people and the divers wounds 435 These eyes of mine had so inebriated, That they were wishful to stand still and weep; But said Virgilius: “What dost thou still gaze at? Why is thy sight still riveted down there Among the mournful, mutilated shades? Thou hast not done so at the other Bolge; Consider, if to count them thou believest, That two-and-twenty miles the valley winds, And now the moon is underneath our feet; Henceforth the time allotted us is brief, And more is to be seen than what thou seest.” “If thou hadst,” I made answer thereupon, “Attended to the cause for which I looked, Perhaps a longer stay thou wouldst have pardoned.” Meanwhile my Guide departed, and behind him I went, already making my reply, And superadding: “In that cavern where I held mine eyes with such attention fixed, I think a spirit of my blood laments The sin which down below there costs so much.” Then said the Master: “Be no longer broken Thy thought from this time forward upon him;