The sufferings of these two, and the pity it excited in him. As in Shakespeare, Othello , IV 1:⁠—

“But yet the pity of it, Iago!⁠—O Iago, the pity of it, Iago!”

“But yet the pity of it, Iago!⁠—O Iago, the pity of it, Iago!”

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In this third circle are punished the Gluttons. Instead of the feasts of former days, the light, the warmth, the comfort, the luxury, and “the frolic wine” of dinner tables, they have the murk and the mire, and the “rain eternal, maledict, and cold, and heavy”; and are barked at and bitten by the dog in the yard.