Tuscany’s Evil Seed

  • a schematic and exemplary canto, in which the souls are more exempla than characters
  • the character because of whom this canto has become notorious in modern times: Muhammad
  • cultural disruptions from the East: in a religious context in canto 28, and in economic terms in canto 29 (the clove)
  • Inferno 28 contains the first and only use of the term “contrapasso”: the placement of this term here, with its juridical connotations, is well suited to the exemplary and didactic nature of the canto
  • like Inferno 25, Inferno 28 is rhetorically flashy — it opens with a rhetorical question — and psychologically shallow
  •  Inferno 28 is akin to Inferno 25 in its virtuosity of gruesomeness
  • an infernal genre is proclaimed: the modo sozzo or “foul style” (Inf. 28.21)
  • Dante’s post-Geryon infernal poetics: an emphasis on truth-telling that causes social discomfort and shame
  • the Geryon episode of Inferno 16 and the “Geryon principle” of The Undivine Comedy
  • vergogna — shame — is a hallmark of Dante’s authorial persona, intriguingly enmeshed with boldness
  • the concept behind this bolgia is that unity is good and division is evil, as in the first political canto, Inferno 6
  • the arc of history can bend toward evil for an entire people: the Jews (in Inferno 23) and now the Tuscans

[1] The ninth bolgia is devoted to the “seminator di scandalo e di scisma”: the “sowers of scandal and of schism” (Inf. 28.35). While commentator Natalino Sapegno and others take the two terms “scandalo” and “scisma” as roughly synonymous, not interpreting “schism” in its specifically religious significance, Anna Maria Chiavacci Leonardi defines “scandalo” as referring to civil discord and “scisma” as referring to religious discord (Chiavacci Leonardi, ed., Inferno [Milan: Mondadori, 2005], p. 826; also available through the Dartmouth Dante Project).

[2] In other words, in the overall category — sowers of discord — there are two sub-categories: sowers of civic discord (“scandalo”) and sowers of religious discord (“scisma”). The ninth bolgia contains political and religious figures who span history from antiquity to Dante’s time. Dante views these souls as having fostered schism or division within the body politic of the Church or of the state.

[3] These figures also span the globe geographically, as testified by the presence of the two great figures that lend Inferno 28 its notoriety: Muhammad/Maometto, whom Dante considers responsible for dividing Christianity, and his son-in-law Alì (does Dante consider him responsible for dividing Islam?). Chiavacci Leonardi notes that Muhammad was believed to have originally been a Christian priest: “Secondo la tradizione medievale dell’Occidente, Maometto era infatti in origine un prete cristiano” (According to medieval tradition in the West, Muhammad was in fact originally a Christian priest [Inferno, p. 836]). Indeed, Dante’s former teacher, Brunetto Latini, presents Muhammad in the Tresor as an “evil preacher, who drove the people from the faith and cast them into error” (1.88). We note, too, how the placement of Muhammad picks up from the previous canto’s reference to “Saracens” and the fall of Acre to the Muslims in 1291 (Inf. 27.87-89).

[4] Inferno 28 has a didactic and exemplary quality. There is no attempt to engage in character development, just as there is no attempt to engage in character development in Inferno 25. Like Inferno 25, Inferno 28 is rhetorically flashy and psychologically shallow, with respect to the psychology of the characters in this bolgia. In its insistence on a virtuosity of gruesomeness, the representation of the bolgia of the sowers of discord is akin to the representation of the bolgia of the thieves, albeit without the sexualized component.

[5] Given its gory materia, Inferno 28 ranks high in the infernal lexicography of body parts. In a catalogue of body parts in Inferno according to usage per canto, compiled by Grace Delmolino, Inferno 28 ranks second after Inferno 25. In Inferno 28 the narrator compiles a tally of 41 body parts, as compared to 63 in Inferno 25. The lexical saturation of these two canti can be compared visually in the charts below:

Inferno 25 (63 body parts)   Inferno 28 (41 body parts)

[6] The souls in Inferno 28 are gruesomely mutilated by devils, thus accounting for the tally of body parts. The wounds are healed and then reopened by the devils in an eternal sadistic counterpoint. The language has a  clinical quality, as though the mutilations are operations taking place in a perverted and obscene hospital. Indeed, the description of the mutilations visited upon Maometto possesses a surprising anatomical precision, with respect to the contents of the abdomen from chin to anus.

[7] The anatomical precision of the language of the ninth bolgia anticipates the various diseases that characterize the tenth bolgia. The mutilated body is emphasized from the outset, in the opening rhetorical question regarding the “blood and wounds” of this bolgia:

Chi poria mai pur con parole sciolte
dicer del sangue e de le piaghe a pieno
ch’i’ ora vidi, per narrar più volte?
(Inf. 28.1-3)
Who, even with untrammeled words and many
attempts at telling, ever could recount
in full the blood and wounds that I now saw? 

[8] In this opening flourish, Dante highlights himself and his rhetorical abilities, telling his readers that he is able to accomplish within the constraints of verse what other writers would not be able to carry off even within the relatively less constrained, and hence easier, medium of prose. He thus underscores his rhetorical virtuosity.

[9] The comparison of verse to prose is noteworthy. It is not a commonplace in Dante’s authorial meditations. Here prose is described with the phrase “parole sciolte”: “loosened words”. Words are “loosened” in prose because they are loosened from the bonds of meter and rhythm. A distinguished user of prose, the Roman historian Livy, is featured in verse 12: “come Livio scrive, che non erra” (as Livy writes, who does not err). Dante seems to be self-consciously comparing himself to the great classical writer of historical prose, as in Inferno 25 he compares himself to the great classical poets Ovid and Lucan. In Inferno 25 Dante construes his superiority over his classical precursors in terms of the kind of metamorphosis that he alone is able to portray, while in Inferno 28 his superiority is measured in terms of the ability to do in verse what his classical precursor does in prose.

[10] There follows the lengthy accumulation of Romans, Anjevins, and other mutilated combatants who have fallen on the battlefields of southern Italy, part of a simile that introduces the carnage of the ninth bolgia. If all those wounded warriors were assembled and each demonstrated his wounds, the accumulated carnage would in no way equal the foulness of this place:d’aequar sarebbe nulla / il modo de la nona bolgia sozzo” (it would be nothing to equal the foul mode of the ninth pouch [Inf. 28.20-21]).

[11] The task of Inferno is to equal in its textuality the foul mode of infernal reality, which is labeled as though it too were a genre or style, a “foul style”: a “modo . . . sozzo” (Inf. 28.21). In passing, we note that Inferno 28 is the only canto in the Commedia that features two uses of the adjective sozzo: verse 21 is followed by the “faccia sozza” of Mosca de’ Lamberti in verse 105.

[12] The suggestive label modo sozzo could be seen as another way of describing the special hybridity that characterizes Malebolgian poetics. As in the pouch of the thieves, here we find a foully realistic matter wedded to virtuosic rhetoric, conjoined in a hybrid style. The hallmark of this style is its ability to encompass within a 20-verse span both the erudite reference to the Roman historian Livy and the “tristo sacco / che merda fa di quel che si trangugia” (sad sack that makes shit of what is swallowed [Inf. 28.26-27]).

[13] Inferno 25 and 28 are also similar — and typical of a post-Geryon infernal poetics — in their insistence on the truth of their fantastic representations. In Inferno 25 we find the poet intervening to address the reader:

Se tu se’ or, lettore, a creder lento
ciò ch’io dirò, non sarà maraviglia,
ché io che ’l vidi, a pena il mi consento. 
(Inf. 25.46-48)
If, reader, you are slow now to believe
what I shall tell, that is no cause for wonder,
for I who saw it hardly can accept it. 

[14] Similarly, in Inferno 28 the following emphatic intervention precedes the arrival of Bertran de Born: “Io vidi certo, ed ancor par ch’io ’l veggia, / un busto sanza capo” (I surely saw, and it still seems I see, / a trunk without a head [Inf. 28.118-19]). Here the poet applies what in The Undivine Comedy I call “the Geryon principle” (pp. 15,  60, 90, 98, and 271, note 33).

[15] The preamble to announcing the vision of headless Bertran de Born is devoted to the difficulty of telling a truth that everyone will believe is a lie. Dante would be afraid to recount what he saw, he tells us, but luckily he has the protection of his conscience which is like a breastplate of purity:

e vidi cosa ch’io avrei paura,
sanza più prova, di contarla solo;
se non che coscïenza m’assicura,
la buona compagnia che l’uom francheggia
sotto l’asbergo del sentirsi pura.  
(Inf. 28.113-17) 
I saw a thing that I should be afraid
to tell with no more proof than my own self—
except that I am reassured by conscience,
that good companion, heartening a man
beneath the breastplate of its purity.

[16] The original Geryon sequence in Inferno 16 faced Dante with a similar dilemma, exquisitely social in nature:

Sempre a quel ver c’ha faccia di menzogna
de’ l’uom chiuder le labbra fin ch’el puote,
però che sanza colpa fa vergogna.  
(Inf. 16.124-26)
Faced with that truth which seems a lie, a man
should always close his lips as long as he can—
to tell it shames him, even though he’s blameless.

[17] We note the stress on shame and fear: the poet’s “vergogna” at describing the fantastic figure of Geryon in Inferno 16 is akin to his “paura” at having to recount the appearance of Bertran de Born in Inferno 28. Already in the Vita Nuova, Dante writes that it would be shameful not to be able to account for his poetic practice:

grande vergogna sarebbe a colui che rimasse cose sotto vesta di figura o di colore rettorico, e poscia, domandato, non sapesse denudare le sue parole da cotale vesta, in guisa che avessero verace intendimento. (VN XXV.10 [16.10])

It would be shameful for one who wrote poetry dressed up with figures or rhetorical color not to know how to strip his words of such dress, upon being asked to do so, showing their true sense.

[18] Susceptibility to vergogna is a hallmark of Dante’s authorial persona, intriguingly enmeshed with his boldness.

[19] In this same bolgia Dante will see his second cousin, Geri del Bello, and will invite us into the male world of honor codes and social shame: the shame that accrues to a man who does not live according to society’s codes of honor. Geri del Bello appears in the opening section of Inferno 29. In my discussion of that episode I will return to the question of how Dante positions himself vis-à-vis the feeling of shame.

[20] In Inferno 28 the application of the Geryon principle is further strengthened by the use of the present tense, with the adverb “ancora” carrying the full weight of the poet’s visionary authority. Moreover, a variation in the Geryon strategy is introduced. Whereas in Inferno 16 Geryon was a fantastic truth — a “ver c’ha faccia di menzogna” (Inf. 16.124) — to be assimilated by the pilgrim, now the roles are reversed. Now the pilgrim becomes the source of wonder to the damned souls. His living body provokes the “maraviglia” in them that Geryon once provoked in him: “s’arrestaron nel fosso a riguardarmi / per maraviglia, oblïando il martiro” (they stopped within the ditch and turned / to look at me, amazed, forgetful of their torture [Inf. 28.53-54]). Here Virgilio takes on the role of the poet, insisting on the truth of what he has just recounted, namely the pilgrim’s remarkable itinerary: “e quest’è ver così com’io ti parlo” (and this is true just as I say [Inf. 28.51]).

[21] What is a man to do when he is obliged to recount an unbelievable truth? If he is Dante, he feels the weight of social stigma but nonetheless puts on his breastplate of purity and plows ahead, actually upping the ante by troping the already enormous self-consciousness of the original Geryon episode with a new variation.

[22] Years later, in the Monarchia, Dante uses a similar image in a similar truth-telling context, an echo that I discuss in the essay “Dante Squares the Circle: Textual and Philosophical Affinities of Monarchia and Paradiso (Solutio Distinctiva in Mon. 3.4.17 and Par. 4.94-114)”, cited in Coordinated Reading. In the Monarchia he specifically cites the image’s biblical pedigree. Arming himself for battle with those who will resent his truth-telling, the author of the political treatise puts on “‘the breastplate of faith’, as Paul exhorts us”:

But since truth from its unchangeable throne implores us, and Solomon too, entering the forest of Proverbs, teaches us by his own example to meditate on truth and loathe wickedness; and since our authority on morals, Aristotle, urges us to destroy what touches us closely for the sake of maintaining truth; then having taken heart from the words of Daniel cited above, in which divine power is said to be a shield of the defenders of truth, and putting on “the breast-plate of faith” as Paul exhorts us, afire with that burning coal which one of the seraphim took from the heavenly altar to touch Isaiah’s lips, I shall enter the present arena, and, by his arm who freed us from the power of darkness with his blood, before the eyes of the world I shall cast out the wicked and the lying from the ring. (Monarchia 3.1.3; translation Prue Shaw, emphasis mine)

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[23] The human shapes of the sinners of the ninth bolgia are mutilated in ways that represent their mutilation of the body politic, the corporate body of the state or institution that they wounded and harmed. They are guilty of rending that corporate unity which should have been kept whole.

[24] Again, we find here the principle of the literalized metaphor discussed in the Commento on Inferno 3. As the schismatics tore asunder the fabric of the body politic (and consider the Old Man of Crete in Inferno 14 as another literalizing of the metaphor of the “body politic”), so they are now themselves literally torn asunder. Never does Dante demonstrate more clearly — almost pedagogically — the way in which “the punishment fits the crime” (in the phrase coined by Gilbert and Sullivan).

[25] The didactic and exemplary nature of this canto creates the context for the appearance of the word “contrapasso” in the canto’s last verse, where it is spoken by Bertran de Born. The Occitan troubadour enunciates the word “contrapasso” in Inferno 28.142, while holding his severed head in his hand.

[26] Bertran, Viscount of Hautefort, soldier, and poet famous for his martial verse, was born circa 1140 and died circa 1212-1215. He accompanied King Richard I of England (known as the Lionheart), son of King Henry II, on a crusade to Palestine. His poetry is echoed in the long and bloody similes that open Inferno 28. Dante knew and admired Bertran’s poetry: he cites Bertran de Born as a great poet of arms in De vulgari eloquentia 2.2.9 and praises the troubadour in the Convivio for his liberality (4.11.14).

[27] In the next canto Dante will look back at Bertran de Born, using a periphrasis for the troubadour, lord of Hautefort: colui che già tenne Altaforte” (the one who once held Hautefort [Inf. 29.29]). Here Dante signals his awareness of the historic process whereby heroic and feudal norms, like blood feuds, moved from the feudal world of the lord of Hautefort to the urban and no longer feudal world of Florence.

[28] Bertran de Born abetted the rebellions of the sons of King Henry II against their father. Richard’s older brother, Prince Henry (known by contemporaries as “the young king”, or “re giovane” as Dante calls him in Inf. 28.135), nearly overthrew his father Henry II in 1173. The young king died in 1183, before his father, who died in 1189, and so never inherited the throne of England. Bertran wrote a planh (lament) on the death of the young king, whose incipit Si tuit li dol is echoed in the opening section of Inferno 28.

[29] Now, Bertran de Born explains that his sundering of father from son in life is reflected in the sundering of his head from his torso in the afterlife:

  Perch’io parti’ così giunte persone,
partito porto il mio cerebro, lasso!,
dal suo principio ch'è in questo troncone.
  Così s’osserva in me lo contrapasso. (Inf. 28.139-42)
  Because I severed those so joined, I carry—
alas—my brain dissevered from its source,
which is within my trunk. And thus, in me
  one sees the law of counter-penalty.

[30] The concept contrapasso is a shorthand for expressing the principle that governs the relationship between what the sinner did in life and what the sinner experiences in the afterlife. While the word “contrapasso” has become a commonplace of Dante criticism, sprinkled liberally about, it is important to recognize that Dante uses it only this once.

[31] Alessandro Niccoli and Giovanni Diurni make the connection between contrapasso and the culture of vendetta in the essay “Vendetta” in the Enciclopedia Dantesca (vendetta will be discussed further in the Commento on Inferno 29):

Dante non si sottrae a questo modo di sentire; anzi, immerso nella realtà del suo tempo, ne percepisce con geniale intuizione i motivi più nascosti. Se tale sentimento faccia parte della natura del poeta ovvero venga recepito intellettualmente dallo stesso in tutta la sua complessa struttura e nelle sue implicazioni, anche le più remote, può essere discusso, ma è indubbio che egli ha saputo distillare quanto di più pregnante e significativo si ricava dalla giustizia privata, applicando nel suo poema la legge del contrapasso e creando un’opera che in ultima analisi non rappresenta che una sublime vendetta contro i suoi numerosi avversari. (accessed at http://www.treccani.it/enciclopedia/vendetta_(Enciclopedia-Dantesca)/)

Dante was not exempt from this manner of feeling; in fact, immersed in the reality of his time, he perceived the hidden motivations of vendetta with genial intuition. Whether such a sentiment is part of the nature of the poet or whether he understood the sentiment in all its complex structure and with its implications, can be discussed, but it is certain that he knew how to distill the most significant aspects of private justice, applying in his poem the law of contrapasso and creating a work that represents a sublime vendetta against his numerous adversaries.

[32] Conceptually, this bolgia is grounded in the idea that unity is good and division is evil, that concord is good and discord is evil. This is the concept that undergirds the Commedia’s first political canto, Inferno 6. We find it expressed in the biblical story of the Tower of Babel (see Inferno 31), where the punishment for human hubris is to be divided linguistically, and hence politically. This is the concept that emphatically guides the thinking of Dante’s political treatise Monarchia, where the need to justify a single ruler leads to the explanation that what can be done by one, “per unum”, is better done by one than by many, “per plura”: “Et quod potest fieri per unum, melius est per unum fieri quam per plura” (Mon. 1.14.1).

[33] From this principle Dante derives another principle, namely that for something to be done by one is good, whereas for it to be done by many is evil: “quod fieri per unum est bonum, per plura simpliciter malum” (Mon. 1.14.2). Proceeding to larger and larger conclusions, Dante goes on to align oneness — “unum” — with goodness, and multiplicity — “multa” — with evil: “unum esse videtur esse radix eius quod est esse bonum, et multa esse eius quod est esse malum” (to be one seems to be the root of what it is to be good, and to be many of what it is to be evil [Mon. 1.15.2]). The polarity established in the Monarchia between the one and the many finally allows Dante to achieve a definition of sin as nothing but the disparagement of the one and a consequent progression toward the many: “peccare nichil est aliud quam progredi ab uno spreto ad multa” (Mon. 1.15.3).

[34] The hostility toward multiplicity that we see in Monarchia informs a canto like Inferno 28. The Commedia as a whole, however, balances this Neoplatonic privileging of unity with Dante’s Aristotelian conviction of the value of multiplicity, as discussed in The Undivine Comedy (see the chapters on Paradiso).

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[35] As noted above, the souls of the ninth bolgia include sowers of civil as well as religious discord. The contemporary Christian heretic Fra Dolcino will be here after he dies in 1307; the classical Roman Curio, as well as the moderns Pier da Medicina, Bertran de Born, and Mosca de’ Lamberti, are already present. Fra Dolcino was burnt at the stake for his heretical beliefs in 1307, thus seven years after Dante’s visit to Hell in the spring of 1300. Dolcino’s case is therefore comparable to that of Pope Boniface VIII, in that Dante “pre-condemns” him before his death.

[36] The pilgrim learns that Dolcino will be joining the souls of the ninth bolgia through a prophecy that the poet assigns to the figure of the prophet Muhammad, who announces Dolcino’s future arrival in verses 55-60. This sardonic announcement takes the form of Maometto urging Dolcino to stock up well on food and supplies if he doesn’t want to follow him speedily to the ninth bolgia: “s’ello non vuol qui tosto seguitarmi” (if he doesn’t want to follow me soon [Inf. 28.57]). Dante here aligns Maometto and Fra Dolcino: two religious schismatics, as he sees them. Urging Fra Dolcino to arm himself so that he may withstand the wintry siege that eventually led to his fateful surrender, Dante’s Maometto might be construed as inciting Dolcino to schism even now.

[37] Mosca de’ Lamberti, who died in 1242, is on the list of famous Florentines of the previous generation about whom Dante quizzed Ciacco back in Inferno 6. He claims responsibility for having created the factional discord that plagues Florence (and that caused Dante great personal affliction, in the form of his exile). The city’s factional discord was believed to have originated in the murder of Buondelmonte de’ Buondelmonti in 1216, a murder that was precipitated by Buondelmonte’s jilting of a woman of the Amidei family in favor of a Donati. We note here, immediately before the encounter with Geri del Bello in Inferno 29, how the fixation on a family’s honor leads to nefarious consequences for the city as a whole. In the case of the Buondelmonte murder, family honor is perceived as invested in its women, as frequently is the case in honor societies.

[38] Mosca’s sin was to have counseled the Amidei to take their revenge not in the form of a beating or a mutilation, but to kill Buondelmonte and have done with it. Mosca’s argument for murdering Buondelmonte is the proverbial “Capo ha cosa fatta” (Inf. 28.107), where he indicates the wisdom of resorting to full rather than half measures: a thing that has been done cannot be undone. In other words, it comes to a head, it is brought to a conclusion, it has its effect (“capo”). See the Treccani online Vocabolario: “cosa fatta capo ha: Frase storica, propr. «una cosa fatta non può essere disfatta», cioè riesce al suo capo, al suo effetto” (historical expression: a thing that is done cannot be undone, that is, it comes to a head, to its effect).

[39] Mosca’s counsel, intended to avoid further evil repercussions for his faction, brought evil repercussions on the entire Tuscan race, for his counsel “was the seed of evil for the Tuscans”: “fu mal seme per la gente tosca” (Inf. 28.108). The phrase “mal seme” is particularly telling because it draws on the metaphor of sowing seeds that is built into the sin of this bolgia: these are the sowers of discord — “seminator di scandalo e di scisma”. Now we truly see what evil semi these seminatori have sown.

[40] Dante and his peers believed that the Buondelmonte murder of 1216, precipitated by Mosca de’ Lamberti, unleashed the factional strife that still afflicted the city in Dante’s day. In other words, the strife that afflicts his Florence, and that has cost him dearly in his own life, is for Dante the bitter fruit grown from the seed sown by Mosca de’ Lamberti.

[41] The encounter with Mosca de’ Lamberti must be added to previous encounters with Florentines who speak to Dante of civic strife and turmoil, going back to Ciacco in Inferno 6. We do not find here the character development that we found in the encounter with Farinata, although we find key elements of that earlier interaction. The bitter exchange between the two Florentines in Inferno 10 is echoed in the pilgrim’s mordant one-line rejoinder to Mosca: “E io li aggiunsi: «E morte di tua schiatta»” (I added: “and brought death to your own kinsmen” [Inf. 28.109]). Just as Farinata experiences greater suffering as a result of the news that Dante gives him about his own family, Mosca is additionally grieved by what Dante tells him of the desolate fate of his own tribe or schiatta: he goes off “accumulando duol con duolo” (heaping grief on grief [Inf. 28.110]).

[42] The connection established here between Farinata and Mosca therefore includes the theologically untenable idea that suffering in Hell can be increased as a result of information received after damnation.

[43] The death of Mosca de’ Lamberti’s kin is emblematic of the ruin brought on Florence through factionalism. Mosca concludes his self-presentation with a chilling verse that captures the arc of history bent toward evil for an entire people. In Inferno 23 we learned that the counsel of the Pharisees that led to the killing of Christ “was an evil seed for the Jews”: “fu per li Giudei mala sementa” (Inf. 23.123). Now in Inferno 28 we learn that the counsel of Mosca de’ Lamberti that led to the killing of Buondelmonte de’ Buondelmonti “was the seed of evil for the Tuscans”: “fu mal seme per la gente tosca” (Inf. 28.108). It is hard to imagine what political assessment could be more devastating, from Dante’s perspective, than the link that he establishes here between the Tuscans and the Jews.

Coordinated Reading

The Undivine Comedy (Princeton: Princeton U. Press, 1992), pp. 89-91; “Dante’s Sympathy for the Other, or the Non-Stereotyping Imagination: Sexual and Racialized Others in the Commedia,” Critica del Testo 14.1 (2011): 177-204, rpt. Dante’s Multitudes: History, Philosophy, Method (South Bend: Notre Dame U. Press, 2022), pp. 22-44; Dante and Islam, ed. Jan Ziolkowski (New York: Fordham U. Press, 2014). On contrapasso and its connection to vendetta, see the essay “Vendetta” in Enciclopedia Dantesca, by Alessandro Niccoli and Giovanni Diurni (http://www.treccani.it/enciclopedia/vendetta_(Enciclopedia-Dantesca)/; on contrapasso and vision literature, see “Medieval Multiculturalism and Dante’s Theology of Hell,” 2000, rpt. Dante and the Origins of Italian Literary Culture (New York: Fordham U. Press, 2006), pp. 102-21. On Dante’s treatment of the Occitan poet Bertran de Born, see Dante’s Poets (Princeton: Princeton U. Press, 1984), Chapter 2. For the image of the breastplate in Monarchia, see “Dante Squares the Circle: Textual and Philosophical Affinities of Monarchia and Paradiso”, in Dante’s Multitudes: History, Philosophy, Method, pp. 137-61.

1Chi poria mai pur con parole sciolte
2dicer del sangue e de le piaghe a pieno
3ch’i’ ora vidi, per narrar più volte?

4Ogne lingua per certo verria meno
5per lo nostro sermone e per la mente
6c’hanno a tanto comprender poco seno.

7S’el s’aunasse ancor tutta la gente
8che già, in su la fortunata terra
9di Puglia, fu del suo sangue dolente

10per li Troiani e per la lunga guerra
11che de l’anella fé sì alte spoglie,
12come Livïo scrive, che non erra,

13con quella che sentio di colpi doglie
14per contastare a Ruberto Guiscardo;
15e l’altra il cui ossame ancor s’accoglie

16a Ceperan, là dove fu bugiardo
17ciascun Pugliese, e là da Tagliacozzo,
18dove sanz’ arme vinse il vecchio Alardo;

19e qual forato suo membro e qual mozzo
20mostrasse, d’aequar sarebbe nulla
21il modo de la nona bolgia sozzo.

22Già veggia, per mezzul perdere o lulla,
23com’ io vidi un, così non si pertugia,
24rotto dal mento infin dove si trulla.

25Tra le gambe pendevan le minugia;
26la corata pareva e ’l tristo sacco
27che merda fa di quel che si trangugia.

28Mentre che tutto in lui veder m’attacco,
29guardommi e con le man s’aperse il petto,
30dicendo: «Or vedi com’ io mi dilacco!

31vedi come storpiato è Mäometto!
32Dinanzi a me sen va piangendo Alì,
33fesso nel volto dal mento al ciuffetto.

34E tutti li altri che tu vedi qui,
35seminator di scandalo e di scisma
36fuor vivi, e però son fessi così.

37Un diavolo è qua dietro che n’accisma
38sì crudelmente, al taglio de la spada
39rimettendo ciascun di questa risma,

40quand’ avem volta la dolente strada;
41però che le ferite son richiuse
42prima ch’altri dinanzi li rivada.

43Ma tu chi se’ che ’n su lo scoglio muse,
44forse per indugiar d’ire a la pena
45ch’è giudicata in su le tue accuse?».

46«Né morte ’l giunse ancor, né colpa ’l mena»,
47rispuose ’l mio maestro, «a tormentarlo;
48ma per dar lui esperïenza piena,

49a me, che morto son, convien menarlo
50per lo ’nferno qua giù di giro in giro;
51e quest’ è ver così com’ io ti parlo».

52Più fuor di cento che, quando l’udiro,
53s’arrestaron nel fosso a riguardarmi
54per maraviglia, oblïando il martiro.

55«Or dì a fra Dolcin dunque che s’armi,
56tu che forse vedra’ il sole in breve,
57s’ello non vuol qui tosto seguitarmi,

58sì di vivanda, che stretta di neve
59non rechi la vittoria al Noarese,
60ch’altrimenti acquistar non saria leve».

61Poi che l’un piè per girsene sospese,
62Mäometto mi disse esta parola;
63indi a partirsi in terra lo distese.

64Un altro, che forata avea la gola
65e tronco ’l naso infin sotto le ciglia,
66e non avea mai ch’una orecchia sola,

67ristato a riguardar per maraviglia
68con li altri, innanzi a li altri aprì la canna,
69ch’era di fuor d’ogne parte vermiglia,

70e disse: «O tu cui colpa non condanna
71e cu’ io vidi su in terra latina,
72se troppa simiglianza non m’inganna,

73rimembriti di Pier da Medicina,
74se mai torni a veder lo dolce piano
75che da Vercelli a Marcabò dichina.

76E fa saper a’ due miglior da Fano,
77a messer Guido e anco ad Angiolello,
78che, se l’antiveder qui non è vano,

79gittati saran fuor di lor vasello
80e mazzerati presso a la Cattolica
81per tradimento d’un tiranno fello.

82Tra l’isola di Cipri e di Maiolica
83non vide mai sì gran fallo Nettuno,
84non da pirate, non da gente argolica.

85Quel traditor che vede pur con l’uno,
86e tien la terra che tale qui meco
87vorrebbe di vedere esser digiuno,

88farà venirli a parlamento seco;
89poi farà sì, ch’al vento di Focara
90non sarà lor mestier voto né preco».

91E io a lui: «Dimostrami e dichiara,
92se vuo’ ch’i’ porti sù di te novella,
93chi è colui da la veduta amara».

94Allor puose la mano a la mascella
95d’un suo compagno e la bocca li aperse,
96gridando: «Questi è desso, e non favella.

97Questi, scacciato, il dubitar sommerse
98in Cesare, affermando che ’l fornito
99sempre con danno l’attender sofferse».

100Oh quanto mi pareva sbigottito
101con la lingua tagliata ne la strozza
102Curïo, ch’a dir fu così ardito!

103E un ch’avea l’una e l’altra man mozza,
104levando i moncherin per l’aura fosca,
105sì che ’l sangue facea la faccia sozza,

106gridò: «Ricordera’ti anche del Mosca,
107che disse, lasso!, “Capo ha cosa fatta”,
108che fu mal seme per la gente tosca».

109E io li aggiunsi: «E morte di tua schiatta»;
110per ch’elli, accumulando duol con duolo,
111sen gio come persona trista e matta.

112Ma io rimasi a riguardar lo stuolo,
113e vidi cosa ch’io avrei paura,
114sanza più prova, di contarla solo;

115se non che coscïenza m’assicura,
116la buona compagnia che l’uom francheggia
117sotto l’asbergo del sentirsi pura.

118Io vidi certo, e ancor par ch’io ’l veggia,
119un busto sanza capo andar sì come
120andavan li altri de la trista greggia;

121e ’l capo tronco tenea per le chiome,
122pesol con mano a guisa di lanterna:
123e quel mirava noi e dicea: «Oh me!».

124Di sé facea a sé stesso lucerna,
125ed eran due in uno e uno in due;
126com’ esser può, quei sa che sì governa.

127Quando diritto al piè del ponte fue,
128levò ’l braccio alto con tutta la testa
129per appressarne le parole sue,

130che fuoro: «Or vedi la pena molesta,
131tu che, spirando, vai veggendo i morti:
132vedi s’alcuna è grande come questa.

133E perché tu di me novella porti,
134sappi ch’i’ son Bertram dal Bornio, quelli
135che diedi al re giovane i ma’ conforti.

136Io feci il padre e ’l figlio in sé ribelli;
137Achitofèl non fé più d’Absalone
138e di Davìd coi malvagi punzelli.

139Perch’ io parti’ così giunte persone,
140partito porto il mio cerebro, lasso!,
141dal suo principio ch’è in questo troncone.

142Così s’osserva in me lo contrapasso».

Who, even with untrammeled words and many
attempts at telling, ever could recount
in full the blood and wounds that I now saw?

Each tongue that tried would certainly fall short
because the shallowness of both our speech
and intellect cannot contain so much.

Were you to reassemble all the men
who once, within Apulia’s fateful land,
had mourned their blood, shed at the Trojans’ hands,

as well as those who fell in the long war
where massive mounds of rings were battle spoils—
even as Livy writes, who does not err—

and those who felt the thrust of painful blows
when they fought hard against Robert Guiscard;
with all the rest whose bones are still piled up

at Ceperano—each Apulian was
a traitor there—and, too, at Tagliacozzo,
where old Alardo conquered without weapons;

and then, were one to show his limb pierced through
and one his limb hacked off, that would not match
the hideousness of the ninth abyss.

No barrel, even though it’s lost a hoop
or end— piece, ever gapes as one whom I
saw ripped right from his chin to where we fart:

his bowels hung between his legs, one saw
his vitals and the miserable sack
that makes of what we swallow excrement.

While I was all intent on watching him,
he looked at me, and with his hands he spread
his chest and said: “See how I split myself!

See now how maimed Mohammed is! And he
who walks and weeps before me is Ali,
whose face is opened wide from chin to forelock.

And all the others here whom you can see
were, when alive, the sowers of dissension
and scandal, and for this they now are split.

Behind us here, a devil decks us out
so cruelly, re—placing every one
of this throng underneath the sword edge when

we’ve made our way around the road of pain,
because our wounds have closed again before
we have returned to meet his blade once more.

But who are you who dawdle on this ridge,
perhaps to slow your going to the verdict
that was pronounced on your self—accusations?

“Death has not reached him yet,” my master answered,
“nor is it guilt that summons him to torment;
but that he may gain full experience,

I, who am dead, must guide him here below,
to circle after circle, throughout Hell:
this is as true as that I speak to you.”

More than a hundred, when they heard him, stopped
within the ditch and turned to look at me,
forgetful of their torture, wondering.

“Then you, who will perhaps soon see the sun,
tell Fra Dolcino to provide himself
with food, if he has no desire to join me

here quickly, lest when snow besieges him,
it bring the Novarese the victory
that otherwise they would not find too easy.”

When he had raised his heel, as if to go,
Mohammed said these words to me, and then
he set it on the ground and off he went.

Another sinner, with his throat slit through
and with his nose hacked off up to his eyebrows,
and no more than a single ear remaining,

had—with the others—stayed his steps in wonder;
he was the first, before the rest, to open
his windpipe—on the outside, all bloodred—

and said: “O you whom guilt does not condemn,
and whom, unless too close resemblance cheats me,
I’ve seen above upon Italian soil,

remember Pier da Medicina if
you ever see again the gentle plain
that from Vercelli slopes to Marcabo.

And let the two best men of Fano know—
I mean both Messer Guido and Angiolello—
that, if the foresight we have here’s not vain,

they will be cast out of their ship and drowned,
weighed down with stones, near La Cattolica,
because of a foul tyrant’s treachery.

Between the isles of Cyprus and Majorca,
Neptune has never seen so cruel a crime
committed by the pirates or the Argives.

That traitor who sees only with one eye
and rules the land which one who’s here with me
would wish his sight had never seen, will call

Guido and Angiolello to a parley,
and then will so arrange it that they’ll need
no vow or prayer to Focara’s wind!”

And I to him: “If you would have me carry
some news of you above, then tell and show me
who so detests the sight of Rimini.”

And then he set his hand upon the jaw
of a companion, opening his mouth
and shouting: “This is he, and he speaks not.

A man cast out, he quenched the doubt in Caesar,
insisting that the one who is prepared
can only suffer harm if he delays.”

Oh, how dismayed and pained he seemed to me,
his tongue slit in his gullet: Curio,
who once was so audacious in his talk!

And one who walked with both his hands hacked off,
while lifting up his stumps through the dark air,
so that his face was hideous with blood,

cried out: “You will remember Mosca, too,
who said—alas—’What’s done is at an end,’
which was the seed of evil for the Tuscans.”

I added: “—and brought death to your own kinsmen”;
then having heard me speak, grief heaped on grief,
he went his way as one gone mad with sadness.

But I stayed there to watch that company
and saw a thing that I should be afraid
to tell with no more proof than my own self—

except that I am reassured by conscience,
that good companion, heartening a man
beneath the breastplate of its purity.

I surely saw, and it still seems I see,
a trunk without a head that walked just like
the others in that melancholy herd;

it carried by the hair its severed head,
which swayed within its hand just like a lantern;
and that head looked at us and said: “Ah me!”

Out of itself it made itself a lamp,
and they were two in one and one in two;
how that can be, He knows who so decrees.

When it was just below the bridge, it lifted
its arm together with its head, so that
its words might be more near us, words that said:

“Now you can see atrocious punishment,
you who, still breathing, go to view the dead:
see if there’s any pain as great as this.

And so that you may carry news of me,
know that I am Bertran de Born, the one
who gave bad counsel to the fledgling king.

I made the son and father enemies:
Achitophel with his malicious urgings
did not do worse with Absalom and David.

Because I severed those so joined, I carry—
alas—my brain dissevered from its source,
which is within my trunk. And thus, in me

one sees the law of counter—penalty.”

WHO ever could, e’en with untrammelled words,
Tell of the blood and of the wounds in full
Which now I saw, by many times narrating ?

Each tongue would for a certainty fall short
By reason of our speech and memory,
That have small room to comprehend so much

If were again assembled all the people
Which formerly upon the fateful land
Of Puglia were lamenting for their blood

Shed by the Romans and the lingering war
That of the rings made such illustrious spoils,
As Livy has recorded, who errs not,

With those who felt the agony of blows
By making counterstand to Robert Guiscard,
And all the rest, whose bones are gathered still

At Ceperano, where a renegade
Was each Apulian, and at Tagliacozzo,
Where without arms the old Alardo conquered,

And one his limb transpierced, and one lopped off,
Should show, it would be nothing to compare
With the disgusting mode of the ninth Bolgia.

A cask by losing centre—piece or cant
Was never shattered so, as I saw one
Rent from the chin to where one breaketh wind.

Between his legs were hanging down his entrails;
His heart was visible, and the dismal sack
That maketh excrement of what is eaten.

While I was all absorbed in seeing him,
He looked at me, and opened with his hands
His bosom, saying: “See now how I rend me;

How mutilated, see, is Mahomet;
In front of me doth Ali weeping go,
Cleft in the face from forelock unto chin;

And all the others whom thou here beholdest,
Disseminators of scandal and of schism
While living were, and therefore are cleft thus.

A devil is behind here, who doth cleave us
Thus cruelly, unto the falchion’s edge
Putting again each one of all this ream,

When we have gone around the doleful road;
By reason that our wounds are closed again
Ere any one in front of him repass.

But who art thou, that musest on the crag,
Perchance to postpone going to the pain
That is adjudged upon thine accusations ?”

“Nor death hath reached him yet, nor guilt doth bring him,”
My Master made reply, “to be tormented;
But to procure him full experience,

Me, who am dead, behoves it to conduct him
Down here through Hell, from circle unto circle;
And this is true as that I speak to thee.”

More than a hundred were there when they heard him,
Who in the moat stood still to look at me,
Through wonderment oblivious of their torture.

“Now say to Fra Dolcino, then, to arm him,
Thou, who perhaps wilt shortly see the sun,
If soon he wish not here to follow me,

So with provisions, that no stress of snow
May give the victory to the Novarese,
Which otherwise to gain would not be easy.”

After one foot to go away he lifted,
This word did Mahomet say unto me,
Then to depart upon the ground he stretched it.

Another one, who had his throat pierced through,
And nose cut off close underneath the brows,
And had no longer but a single ear,

Staying to look in wonder with the others,
Before the others did his gullet open,
Which outwardly was red in every part,

And said: “O thou, whom guilt doth not condemn,
And whom I once saw up in Latian land,
Unless too great similitude deceive me,

Call to remembrance Pier da Medicina,
If e’er thou see again the lovely plain
That from Vercelli slopes to Marcabo,

And make it known to the best two of Fano,
To Messer Guido and Angiolello likewise,
That if foreseeing here be not in vain,

Cast over from their vessel shall they be,
And drowned near unto the Cattolica,
By the betrayal of a tyrant fell.

Between the isles of Cyprus and Majorca
Neptune ne’er yet beheld so great a crime
Neither of pirates nor Argolic people.

That traitor, who sees only with one eye,
And holds the land, which some one here with me
Would fain be fasting from the vision of,

Will make them come unto a parley with him;
Then will do so, that to Focara’s wind
They will not stand in need of vow or prayer.”

And I to him: “Show to me and declare,
If thou wouldst have me bear up news of thee,
Who is this person of the bitter vision.”

Then did he lay his hand upon the jaw
Of one of his companions, and his mouth
Oped, crying: “This is he, and he speaks not.

This one, being banished, every doubt submerged
In Caesar by affirming the forearmed
Always with detriment allowed delay.”

O how bewildered unto me appeared,
With tongue asunder in his windpipe slit,
Curio, who in speaking was so bold !

And one, who both his hands dissevered had,
The stumps uplifting through the murky air,
So that the blood made horrible his face,

Cried out: “Thou shalt remember Mosca also,
Who said, alas ! ‘ A thing done has an end ! ‘
Which was an ill seed for the Tuscan people

“And death unto thy race,” thereto I added;
Whence he, accumulating woe on woe,
Departed, like a person sad and crazed.

But I remained to look upon the crowd;
And saw a thing which I should be afraid,
Without some further proof, even to recount,

If it were not that conscience reassures me,
That good companion which emboldens man
Beneath the hauberk of its feeling pure.

I truly saw, and still I seem to see it,
A trunk without a head walk in like manner
As walked the others of the mournful herd.

And by the hair it held the head dissevered,
Hung from the hand in fashion of a lantern,
And that upon us gazed and said: “O me !”

It of itself made to itself a lamp,
And they were two in one, and one in two;
How that can be, He knows who so ordains it.

When it was come close to the bridge’s foot,
It lifted high its arm with all the head,
To bring more closely unto us its words,

Which were: “Behold now the sore penalty,
Thou, who dost breathing go the dead beholding;
Behold if any be as great as this.

And so that thou may carry news of me,
Know that Bertram de Born am I, the same
Who gave to the Young King the evil comfort.

I made the father and the son rebellious;
Achitophel not more with Absalom
And David did with his accursed goadings.

Because I parted persons so united,
Parted do I now bear my brain, alas !
From its beginning, which is in this trunk.

Thus is observed in me the counterpoise.”

Who, even with untrammeled words and many
attempts at telling, ever could recount
in full the blood and wounds that I now saw?

Each tongue that tried would certainly fall short
because the shallowness of both our speech
and intellect cannot contain so much.

Were you to reassemble all the men
who once, within Apulia’s fateful land,
had mourned their blood, shed at the Trojans’ hands,

as well as those who fell in the long war
where massive mounds of rings were battle spoils—
even as Livy writes, who does not err—

and those who felt the thrust of painful blows
when they fought hard against Robert Guiscard;
with all the rest whose bones are still piled up

at Ceperano—each Apulian was
a traitor there—and, too, at Tagliacozzo,
where old Alardo conquered without weapons;

and then, were one to show his limb pierced through
and one his limb hacked off, that would not match
the hideousness of the ninth abyss.

No barrel, even though it’s lost a hoop
or end— piece, ever gapes as one whom I
saw ripped right from his chin to where we fart:

his bowels hung between his legs, one saw
his vitals and the miserable sack
that makes of what we swallow excrement.

While I was all intent on watching him,
he looked at me, and with his hands he spread
his chest and said: “See how I split myself!

See now how maimed Mohammed is! And he
who walks and weeps before me is Ali,
whose face is opened wide from chin to forelock.

And all the others here whom you can see
were, when alive, the sowers of dissension
and scandal, and for this they now are split.

Behind us here, a devil decks us out
so cruelly, re—placing every one
of this throng underneath the sword edge when

we’ve made our way around the road of pain,
because our wounds have closed again before
we have returned to meet his blade once more.

But who are you who dawdle on this ridge,
perhaps to slow your going to the verdict
that was pronounced on your self—accusations?

“Death has not reached him yet,” my master answered,
“nor is it guilt that summons him to torment;
but that he may gain full experience,

I, who am dead, must guide him here below,
to circle after circle, throughout Hell:
this is as true as that I speak to you.”

More than a hundred, when they heard him, stopped
within the ditch and turned to look at me,
forgetful of their torture, wondering.

“Then you, who will perhaps soon see the sun,
tell Fra Dolcino to provide himself
with food, if he has no desire to join me

here quickly, lest when snow besieges him,
it bring the Novarese the victory
that otherwise they would not find too easy.”

When he had raised his heel, as if to go,
Mohammed said these words to me, and then
he set it on the ground and off he went.

Another sinner, with his throat slit through
and with his nose hacked off up to his eyebrows,
and no more than a single ear remaining,

had—with the others—stayed his steps in wonder;
he was the first, before the rest, to open
his windpipe—on the outside, all bloodred—

and said: “O you whom guilt does not condemn,
and whom, unless too close resemblance cheats me,
I’ve seen above upon Italian soil,

remember Pier da Medicina if
you ever see again the gentle plain
that from Vercelli slopes to Marcabo.

And let the two best men of Fano know—
I mean both Messer Guido and Angiolello—
that, if the foresight we have here’s not vain,

they will be cast out of their ship and drowned,
weighed down with stones, near La Cattolica,
because of a foul tyrant’s treachery.

Between the isles of Cyprus and Majorca,
Neptune has never seen so cruel a crime
committed by the pirates or the Argives.

That traitor who sees only with one eye
and rules the land which one who’s here with me
would wish his sight had never seen, will call

Guido and Angiolello to a parley,
and then will so arrange it that they’ll need
no vow or prayer to Focara’s wind!”

And I to him: “If you would have me carry
some news of you above, then tell and show me
who so detests the sight of Rimini.”

And then he set his hand upon the jaw
of a companion, opening his mouth
and shouting: “This is he, and he speaks not.

A man cast out, he quenched the doubt in Caesar,
insisting that the one who is prepared
can only suffer harm if he delays.”

Oh, how dismayed and pained he seemed to me,
his tongue slit in his gullet: Curio,
who once was so audacious in his talk!

And one who walked with both his hands hacked off,
while lifting up his stumps through the dark air,
so that his face was hideous with blood,

cried out: “You will remember Mosca, too,
who said—alas—’What’s done is at an end,’
which was the seed of evil for the Tuscans.”

I added: “—and brought death to your own kinsmen”;
then having heard me speak, grief heaped on grief,
he went his way as one gone mad with sadness.

But I stayed there to watch that company
and saw a thing that I should be afraid
to tell with no more proof than my own self—

except that I am reassured by conscience,
that good companion, heartening a man
beneath the breastplate of its purity.

I surely saw, and it still seems I see,
a trunk without a head that walked just like
the others in that melancholy herd;

it carried by the hair its severed head,
which swayed within its hand just like a lantern;
and that head looked at us and said: “Ah me!”

Out of itself it made itself a lamp,
and they were two in one and one in two;
how that can be, He knows who so decrees.

When it was just below the bridge, it lifted
its arm together with its head, so that
its words might be more near us, words that said:

“Now you can see atrocious punishment,
you who, still breathing, go to view the dead:
see if there’s any pain as great as this.

And so that you may carry news of me,
know that I am Bertran de Born, the one
who gave bad counsel to the fledgling king.

I made the son and father enemies:
Achitophel with his malicious urgings
did not do worse with Absalom and David.

Because I severed those so joined, I carry—
alas—my brain dissevered from its source,
which is within my trunk. And thus, in me

one sees the law of counter—penalty.”

WHO ever could, e’en with untrammelled words,
Tell of the blood and of the wounds in full
Which now I saw, by many times narrating ?

Each tongue would for a certainty fall short
By reason of our speech and memory,
That have small room to comprehend so much

If were again assembled all the people
Which formerly upon the fateful land
Of Puglia were lamenting for their blood

Shed by the Romans and the lingering war
That of the rings made such illustrious spoils,
As Livy has recorded, who errs not,

With those who felt the agony of blows
By making counterstand to Robert Guiscard,
And all the rest, whose bones are gathered still

At Ceperano, where a renegade
Was each Apulian, and at Tagliacozzo,
Where without arms the old Alardo conquered,

And one his limb transpierced, and one lopped off,
Should show, it would be nothing to compare
With the disgusting mode of the ninth Bolgia.

A cask by losing centre—piece or cant
Was never shattered so, as I saw one
Rent from the chin to where one breaketh wind.

Between his legs were hanging down his entrails;
His heart was visible, and the dismal sack
That maketh excrement of what is eaten.

While I was all absorbed in seeing him,
He looked at me, and opened with his hands
His bosom, saying: “See now how I rend me;

How mutilated, see, is Mahomet;
In front of me doth Ali weeping go,
Cleft in the face from forelock unto chin;

And all the others whom thou here beholdest,
Disseminators of scandal and of schism
While living were, and therefore are cleft thus.

A devil is behind here, who doth cleave us
Thus cruelly, unto the falchion’s edge
Putting again each one of all this ream,

When we have gone around the doleful road;
By reason that our wounds are closed again
Ere any one in front of him repass.

But who art thou, that musest on the crag,
Perchance to postpone going to the pain
That is adjudged upon thine accusations ?”

“Nor death hath reached him yet, nor guilt doth bring him,”
My Master made reply, “to be tormented;
But to procure him full experience,

Me, who am dead, behoves it to conduct him
Down here through Hell, from circle unto circle;
And this is true as that I speak to thee.”

More than a hundred were there when they heard him,
Who in the moat stood still to look at me,
Through wonderment oblivious of their torture.

“Now say to Fra Dolcino, then, to arm him,
Thou, who perhaps wilt shortly see the sun,
If soon he wish not here to follow me,

So with provisions, that no stress of snow
May give the victory to the Novarese,
Which otherwise to gain would not be easy.”

After one foot to go away he lifted,
This word did Mahomet say unto me,
Then to depart upon the ground he stretched it.

Another one, who had his throat pierced through,
And nose cut off close underneath the brows,
And had no longer but a single ear,

Staying to look in wonder with the others,
Before the others did his gullet open,
Which outwardly was red in every part,

And said: “O thou, whom guilt doth not condemn,
And whom I once saw up in Latian land,
Unless too great similitude deceive me,

Call to remembrance Pier da Medicina,
If e’er thou see again the lovely plain
That from Vercelli slopes to Marcabo,

And make it known to the best two of Fano,
To Messer Guido and Angiolello likewise,
That if foreseeing here be not in vain,

Cast over from their vessel shall they be,
And drowned near unto the Cattolica,
By the betrayal of a tyrant fell.

Between the isles of Cyprus and Majorca
Neptune ne’er yet beheld so great a crime
Neither of pirates nor Argolic people.

That traitor, who sees only with one eye,
And holds the land, which some one here with me
Would fain be fasting from the vision of,

Will make them come unto a parley with him;
Then will do so, that to Focara’s wind
They will not stand in need of vow or prayer.”

And I to him: “Show to me and declare,
If thou wouldst have me bear up news of thee,
Who is this person of the bitter vision.”

Then did he lay his hand upon the jaw
Of one of his companions, and his mouth
Oped, crying: “This is he, and he speaks not.

This one, being banished, every doubt submerged
In Caesar by affirming the forearmed
Always with detriment allowed delay.”

O how bewildered unto me appeared,
With tongue asunder in his windpipe slit,
Curio, who in speaking was so bold !

And one, who both his hands dissevered had,
The stumps uplifting through the murky air,
So that the blood made horrible his face,

Cried out: “Thou shalt remember Mosca also,
Who said, alas ! ‘ A thing done has an end ! ‘
Which was an ill seed for the Tuscan people

“And death unto thy race,” thereto I added;
Whence he, accumulating woe on woe,
Departed, like a person sad and crazed.

But I remained to look upon the crowd;
And saw a thing which I should be afraid,
Without some further proof, even to recount,

If it were not that conscience reassures me,
That good companion which emboldens man
Beneath the hauberk of its feeling pure.

I truly saw, and still I seem to see it,
A trunk without a head walk in like manner
As walked the others of the mournful herd.

And by the hair it held the head dissevered,
Hung from the hand in fashion of a lantern,
And that upon us gazed and said: “O me !”

It of itself made to itself a lamp,
And they were two in one, and one in two;
How that can be, He knows who so ordains it.

When it was come close to the bridge’s foot,
It lifted high its arm with all the head,
To bring more closely unto us its words,

Which were: “Behold now the sore penalty,
Thou, who dost breathing go the dead beholding;
Behold if any be as great as this.

And so that thou may carry news of me,
Know that Bertram de Born am I, the same
Who gave to the Young King the evil comfort.

I made the father and the son rebellious;
Achitophel not more with Absalom
And David did with his accursed goadings.

Because I parted persons so united,
Parted do I now bear my brain, alas !
From its beginning, which is in this trunk.

Thus is observed in me the counterpoise.”

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