Towards me turned themselves my good Conductors, And unto me Virgilius said: “My son, Here may indeed be torment, but not death. Remember thee, remember! and if I On Geryon have safely guided thee, 1058 What shall I do now I am nearer God? Believe for certain, shouldst thou stand a full Millennium in the bosom of this flame, It could not make thee bald a single hair. And if perchance thou think that I deceive thee, Draw near to it, and put it to the proof With thine own hands upon thy garment’s hem. Now lay aside, now lay aside all fear, Turn hitherward, and onward come securely”; And I still motionless, and ’gainst my conscience! 1059 Seeing me stand still motionless and stubborn, Somewhat disturbed he said: “Now look thou, Son, ’Twixt Beatrice and thee there is this wall.” As at the name of Thisbe oped his lids 1060 The dying Pyramus, and gazed upon her, What time the mulberry became vermilion,