Look there, how he is beating at his breast! Behold the other one, who for his cheek Sighing has made of his own palm a bed; Father and father-in-law of France’s Pest 640 Are they, and know his vicious life and lewd, And hence proceeds the grief that so doth pierce them. He who appears so stalwart, and chimes in, 641 Singing, with that one of the manly nose, 642 The cord of every valor wore begirt; And if as King had after him remained The stripling who in rear of him is sitting, 643 Well had the valor passed from vase to vase, Which cannot of the other heirs be said. Frederick and Jacomo possess the realms, But none the better heritage possesses. Not oftentimes upriseth through the branches 644 The probity of man; and this He wills Who gives it, so that we may ask of Him. Eke to the large-nosed reach my words, no less