1310 Upon the vengeance of the ancient sin. And when the tooth of Lombardy had bitten 1311 The Holy Church, then underneath its wings Did Charlemagne victorious succor her. Now hast thou power to judge of such as those Whom I accused above, and of their crimes, 1312 Which are the cause of all your miseries. To the public standard one the yellow lilies 1313 Opposes, the other claims it for a party, So that ’tis hard to see which sins the most. Let, let the Ghibellines ply their handicraft Beneath some other standard; for this ever Ill follows he who it and justice parts. And let not this new Charles e’er strike it down, 1314 He and his Guelfs, but let him fear the talons That from a nobler lion stripped the fell. Already oftentimes the sons have wept The father’s crime; and let him not believe That God will change His scutcheon for the lilies.