CANTO III

INASMUCH as the instantaneous flight

Had scattered them asunder o'er the plain,
Turned to the mountain whither reason spurs us,

I pressed me close unto my faithful comrade,
And how without him had I kept my course?
Who would have led me up along the mountain ?
He seemed to me within himself remorseful;

O noble conscience, and without a stain,
How sharp a sting is trivial fault to thee!

After his feet had laid aside the haste

Which mars the dignity of every act,
My mind, that hitherto had been restrained,
Let loose its faculties as if delighted,

And I my sight directed to the hill

That highest tow'rds the heaven uplifts itself.

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The sun, that in our rear was flaming red, Was broken in front of me into the figure Which had in me the stoppage of its rays; Unto one side I turned me, with the fear Of being left alone, when I beheld Only in front of me the ground obscured. "Why dost thou still mistrust? my Comforter Began to say to me turned wholly round; “Dost thou not think me with thee, and that I guide

thee?

'Tis evening there already where is buried

The body within which I cast a shadow;

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'T is from Brundusium ta'en, and Naples hath it. Now if in front of me no shadow fall,

Marvel not at it more than at the heavens,
Because one ray impedeth not another.
To suffer torments, both of cold and heat,

Bodies like this that Power provides, which wills
That how it works be not unveiled to us.

Insane is he who hopeth that our reason
Can traverse the illimitable way,

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Which the one Substance in three Persons follows!

Mortals, remain contented, at the Quia;

For if

ye had been able to see all,

No need there were for Mary to give birth;
And ye have seen desiring without fruit

Those whose desire would have been quieted,
Which evermore is given them for a grief.

I speak of Aristotle and of Plato,

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And others many; - and here he bowed his head, And more he said not, and remained disturbed. We came meanwhile unto the mountain's foot; There so precipitate we found the rock,

That nimble legs would there have been in vain. 'Twixt Lerici and Turbia, the most desert,

The most secluded pathway is a stair.
Easy and open, if compared with that.

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"Who knoweth now upon which hand the hill Slopes down," my Master said, his footsteps stay

ing,

"So that who goeth without wings may mount?"
And while he held his eyes upon the ground

Line 27. 'T is from Brundusium ta'en, and Naples has it.
Line 44. And many others;" and here bowed his head,

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Examining the nature of the path,

And I was looking up around the rock, On the left hand appeared to me a throng

Of souls, that moved their feet in our direction,

And did not seem to move, they came so slowly.
"Lift up thine eyes," I to the Master said;
"Behold, on this side, who will give us counsel,
If thou of thine own self can have it not."
Then he looked at me, and with frank expression
Replied: "Let us go there, for they come slowly,
And thou be steadfast in thy hope, sweet son."
Still was that people as far off from us,

After a thousand steps of hours I say,
As a good thrower with his hand would reach,
When they all crowded unto the hard masses

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Of the high bank, and motionless stood and close, As he stands still to look who goes in doubt, "O happy dead! O spirits elect already!" Virgilius made beginning, "by that peace Which I believe is waiting for you all, Tell us upon what side the mountain slopes, So that the going up be possible,

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For to lose time irks him most who most knows."

As sheep come issuing forth from out the fold

By ones and twos and threes, and the others stand Timidly, holding down their eyes and nostrils, And what the foremost does the others do,

Huddling themselves against her, if she stop,
Simple and quiet and the wherefore know not;

So moving to approach us thereupon

I saw the leader of that fortunate flock,
Modest in face and dignified in gait.

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As soon as those in the advance saw broken
The light upon the ground at my right side,
So that from me the shadow reached the rock,
They stopped, and backward drew themselves some-
what;

And all the others, who came after them,

Not knowing why nor wherefore, did the same. "Without your asking, I confess to you

This is a human body which you see,

Whereby the sunshine on the ground is cleft. Marvel ye not thereat, but be persuaded

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That not without a power which comes from Heaven

Doth he endeavor to surmount this wall."

The Master thus; and said those worthy people: 100
"Return ye then, and enter in before us,"
Making a signal with the back o' the hand.
And one of them began: "Whoe'er thou art,
Thus going turn thine eyes, consider well
If e'er thou saw me in the other world."
I turned me tow'rds him, and looked at him closely
Blond was he, beautiful, and of noble aspect,
But one of his eyebrows had a blow divided.
When with humility I had disclaimed

E'er having seen him, "Now behold!" he said, And showed me high upon his breast a wound. Then said he with a smile: "I am Manfredi,

The grandson of the Emperess Costanza; Therefore, when thou returnest, I beseech thee Go to my daughter beautiful, the mother

Of Sicily's honor and of Aragon's,

And the truth tell her, if aught else be told.

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After I had my body lacerated

By these two mortal stabs, I gave myself Weeping to Him, who willingly doth pardon. Horrible my iniquities had been

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But Infinite Goodness hath such ample arms, That it receives whatever turns to it. Had but Cosenza's pastor, who in chase Of me was sent by Clement at that time, In God read understandingly this page, The bones of my dead body still would be At the bridge-head, near unto Benevento, Under the safeguard of the heavy cairn. Now the rain bathes and moveth them the wind, Beyond the realm, almost beside the Verde, Where he transported them with tapers quenched.

By malison of theirs is not so lost

Eternal Love, that it cannot return,

So long as hope has anything of green. True is it, who in contumacy dies

Of Holy Church, though penitent at last,
Must wait upon the outside of this bank
Thirty times told the time that he hath been

In his presumption, unless such decree
Shorter by means of righteous prayers become.
See now if thou hast power to make me happy,
By making known unto my good Costanza
How thou hast seen me, and this ban beside,
For those on earth can much advance us here."
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