Canto VI

One day we reading were for our delight Of Launcelot, how Love did him enthrall. Alone we were and without any fear. Full many a time our eyes together drew That reading, and drove the color from our faces; But one point only was it that o’ercame us. Whenas we read of the much longed-for smile Being by such a noble lover kissed, This one, who ne’er from me shall be divided, Kissed me upon the mouth all palpitating. Galeotto was the book and he who wrote it. That day no farther did we read therein.” And all the while one spirit uttered this, The other one did weep so, that, for pity, I swooned away as if I had been dying, And fell, even as a dead body falls. 91

The Third Circle⁠—Cerberus⁠—The gluttonous⁠—The eternal rain⁠—Ciacco.