492 Is’t not enough to clatter with thy jaws, But thou must bark? what devil touches thee?” “Now,” said I, “I care not to have thee speak, Accursed traitor; for unto thy shame I will report of thee veracious news.” “Begone,” replied he, “and tell what thou wilt, But be not silent, if thou issue hence, Of him who had just now his tongue so prompt; He weepeth here the silver of the French; ‘I saw,’ thus canst thou phrase it, ‘him of Duera 493 There where the sinners stand out in the cold.’ 494 If thou shouldst questioned be who else was there, Thou hast beside thee him of Beccaria, 495 Of whom the gorget Florence slit asunder; Gianni del Soldanier, I think, may be 496 Yonder with Ganellon, and Tebaldello 497 Who oped Faenza when the people slept.” Already we had gone away from him,