Canto XVI

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Canto XVI

Now was I where was heard the reverberation

  Of water falling into the next round,

  Like to that humming which the beehives make,

When shadows three together started forth,

  Running, from out a company that passed

  Beneath the rain of the sharp martyrdom.

Towards us came they, and each one cried out:

  "Stop, thou; for by thy garb to us thou seemest

  To be some one of our depraved city."

Ah me! what wounds I saw upon their limbs,

  Recent and ancient by the flames burnt in!

  It pains me still but to remember it.

Unto their cries my Teacher paused attentive;

  He turned his face towards me, and "Now wait,"

  He said; "to these we should be courteous.

And if it were not for the fire that darts

  The nature of this region, I should say

  That haste were more becoming thee than them."

As soon as we stood still, they recommenced

  The old refrain, and when they overtook us,

  Formed of themselves a wheel, all three of them.

As champions stripped and oiled are wont to do,

  Watching for their advantage and their hold,

  Before they come to blows and thrusts between them,

Thus, wheeling round, did every one his visage

  Direct to me, so that in opposite wise

  His neck and feet continual journey made.

And, "If the misery of this soft place

  Bring in disdain ourselves and our entreaties,"

  Began one, "and our aspect black and blistered,

Let the renown of us thy mind incline

  To tell us who thou art, who thus securely

  Thy living feet dost move along through Hell.

He in whose footprints thou dost see me treading,

  Naked and skinless though he now may go,

  Was of a greater rank than thou dost think;

He was the grandson of the good Gualdrada;

  His name was Guidoguerra, and in life

  Much did he with his wisdom and his sword.

The other, who close by me treads the sand,

  Tegghiaio Aldobrandi is, whose fame

  Above there in the world should welcome be.

And I, who with them on the cross am placed,

  Jacopo Rusticucci was; and truly

  My savage wife, more than aught else, doth harm me."

Could I have been protected from the fire,

  Below I should have thrown myself among them,

  And think the Teacher would have suffered it;

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