The Vision, or Hell, Purgatory, and Paradise of Dante Alighieri . tch that I was ; and well it had bested me. 80 The chief of the new Pharisees meantime,Waging his warfare near the Lateran,Not with the Saracens or Jews (his foesAll Christians were, nor against Acre oneHad fought, nor trafficked in the Soldans land),He, his great charge nor sacred himself reverenced, nor in me that cordWhich used to mark with leanness whom it in Soracte, Constantine besought. 94 THE VISION OF DANTE [Canto xxvii To cure his leprosy, Sylvesters aid ; 90 So me, to cure the fever of his pride,
The Vision, or Hell, Purgatory, and Paradise of Dante Alighieri . tch that I was ; and well it had bested me. 80 The chief of the new Pharisees meantime,Waging his warfare near the Lateran,Not with the Saracens or Jews (his foesAll Christians were, nor against Acre oneHad fought, nor trafficked in the Soldans land),He, his great charge nor sacred himself reverenced, nor in me that cordWhich used to mark with leanness whom it in Soracte, Constantine besought. 94 THE VISION OF DANTE [Canto xxvii To cure his leprosy, Sylvesters aid ; 90 So me, to cure the fever of his pride,This man besought: my counsel to that endHe asked ; and I was silent; for his wordsSeemed drunken : but forthwith he thus resumed: From thy heart banish fear : of all offence* I hitherto absolve thee. In return,* Teach me my purpose so to execute,* That Penestrino cumber earth no more. Heaven, as thou knowest, I have power to shut And open : and the keys are therefore twain, 100 * The which my predecessor meanly prized. Then, yielding to the forceful arguments,. Of silence as more perilous I deemed,And answered: Father ! since thou washest me Clear of that guilt wherein I now must fall, Large promise with performance scant, be sure,* Shall make thee triumph in thy lofty seat, When I was numbered with the dead, then cameSaint Francis for me ; but a cherub darkHe met, who cried, Wrong me not; he is mine, And must below to join the wretched crew, For the deceitful counsel which he gave.* Eer since I watched him, hovering at his hair.* No power can the impenitent absolve ; Nor to repent, and will, at once consist, By contradiction absolute misery ! how I shook myself, when he no Canto xxviii] HELL 95 Seized me, and cried, Thou haply thoughtst me not A disputant in logic so exact! To Minos down he bore me ; and the judge 120 Twined eight times round his callous back the tail. Which biting with excess of rage, he spake: * This is a guilty soul, that in the fire * Must vanis
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