Whene’er is broken up the game of Zara, 604 He who has lost remains behind despondent, The throws repeating, and in sadness learns; The people with the other all depart; One goes in front, and one behind doth pluck him, And at his side one brings himself to mind; He pauses not, and this and that one hears; They crowd no more to whom his hand he stretches, And from the throng he thus defends himself. Even such was I in that dense multitude, Turning to them this way and that my face, And, promising, I freed myself therefrom. There was the Aretine, who from the arms 605 Untamed of Ghin di Tacco had his death, 606 And he who fleeing from pursuit was drowned. 607 There was imploring with his hands outstretched Frederick Novello, and that one of Pisa 608 Who made the good Marzucco seem so strong. I saw Count Orso; and the soul divided