1008 Of justice, that doth macerate them so. “O soul,” I said, “that seemest so desirous To speak with me, do so that I may hear thee, And with thy speech appease thyself and me.” “A maid is born, and wears not yet the veil,” Began he, “who to thee shall pleasant make My city, howsoever men may blame it. Thou shalt go on thy way with this prevision; If by my murmuring thou hast been deceived, True things hereafter will declare it to thee. But say if him I here behold, who forth Evoked the new-invented rhymes, beginning, 1009 Ladies, that have intelligence of love? ” 1010 And I to him: “One am I, who, whenever Love doth inspire me, note, and in that measure Which he within me dictates, singing go.” “O brother, now I see,” he said, “the knot Which me, the Notary, and Guittone held 1011 Short of the sweet new style that now I hear.