Canto VIII

be she who bore thee in her bosom. That was an arrogant person in the world; Goodness is none, that decks his memory; So likewise here his shade is furious. How many are esteemed great kings up there, Who here shall be like unto swine in mire, Leaving behind them horrible dispraises!” And I: “My Master, much should I be pleased, If I could see him soused into this broth, Before we issue forth out of the lake.” And he to me: “Ere unto thee the shore Reveal itself, thou shalt be satisfied; Such a desire ’tis meet thou shouldst enjoy.” A little after that, I saw such havoc Made of him by the people of the mire, That still I praise and thank my God for it. They all were shouting, “At Philippo Argenti!” And that exasperate spirit Florentine Turned round upon himself with his own teeth. We left him there, and more of him I tell not; But on mine ears there smote a lamentation, Whence forward I intent unbar mine eyes. And the good Master said: “Even now, my son, The city draweth near whose name is Dis, With the grave citizens, with the great throng.” And I: “Its mosques already, Master, clearly Within there in the valley I discern Vermilion, as if issuing from the fire They were.” And he to me: “The fire eternal That kindles them within makes them look red, As thou beholdest in this nether Hell.” Then we arrived within the moats profound, That circumvallate that disconsolate city; The walls appeared to me to be of iron. Not without making first a circuit wide, We came unto a place where loud the pilot Cried out to us, “Debark, here is the entrance.” More than a thousand at the gates I saw Out of the Heavens rained down, who angrily Were saying, “Who is this that without death Goes through the kingdom of the people dead?” And my sagacious Master made a sign Of wishing secretly to speak with them. A little then they quelled their great disdain, And said: “Come thou alone, and he begone Who has so boldly entered these dominions. Let him return alone by his mad road; Try, if he can; for thou shalt here remain, Who hast escorted him through such dark regions.” Think, Reader, if I was discomforted At utterance of the accursed words; For never to return here I believed. “O my dear Guide, who more than seven times Hast