Canto XIII

The boiling stream, that aye diminishes,” The Centaur said, “I wish thee to believe That on this other more and more declines Its bed, until it reunites itself Where it behoveth tyranny to groan. Justice divine, upon this side, is goading That Attila, who was a scourge on earth, 176 And Pyrrhus, and Sextus; and forever milks 177 The tears which with the boiling it unseals In Rinier da Corneto and Rinier Pazzo, 178 Who made upon the highways so much war.” Then back he turned, and passed again the ford.

The wood of thorns⁠—The Harpies⁠—The violent against themselves⁠—Suicides⁠—Pier della Vigna⁠—Lano and Jacopo da Sant’ Andrea.