For such a prayer, ’twas said unto me, “Pray Matilda that she tell thee”; and here answered, As one does who doth free himself from blame, The beautiful lady: “This and other things Were told to him by me; and sure I am The water of Lethe has not hid them from him.” And Beatrice: “Perhaps a greater care, Which oftentimes our memory takes away, Has made the vision of his mind obscure. But Eunoë behold, that yonder rises; 1193 Lead him to it, and, as thou art accustomed, Revive again the half-dead virtue in him.” 1194 Like gentle soul, that maketh no excuse, But makes its own will of another’s will As soon as by a sign it is disclosed, Even so, when she had taken hold of me, The beautiful lady moved, and unto Statius Said, in her womanly manner, “Come with him.” If, Reader, I possessed a longer space For writing it, I yet would sing in part Of the sweet draught that ne’er would satiate me; But inasmuch as full are all the leaves