“What you narrate of my career I write, And keep it for a lady, who will know, To gloss with other text, if e’er I reach her.”

The time for this revelation has now come; but it is made by Cacciaguida, not by Beatrice. ↩

Phaeton, having heard from Epaphus that he was not the son of Apollo, ran in great eagerness and anxiety to his mother, Clymene, to ascertain the truth. Ovid, Metamorphoses , I , Dryden’s Tr. :⁠—