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canto vii
Argument.-In the present Canto, Dante describes his descent into the fourth circle, at the beginning of which he sees Plutus stationed. Here one like doom awaits the prodigal and the avaricious; which is, to meet in direful conflict, rolling great weights against each other with mutual upbraidings. From hence Virgil takes occasion to show how vain the goods that are committed into the charge of Fortune; and this moves our author to inquire what being that Fortune is, of whom he speaks: which question being resolved, they go down into the fifth circle, where they find the wrathful and gloomy tormented in the Stygian lake. Having made a compass round great part of this lake, they come at last to the base of a lofty tower.
"Ah me! O Satan! Satan!"[1] loud exclaim'd Plutus, in accent hoarse of wild alarm: And the kind sage, whom no event surprised, to comfort me thus spake: "Let not they fear harm thee, for power in him, be sure, is none to hinder down this rock thy safe descent." Then to that swoln lip turning, "Peace!" he cried, "Curst wolf! thy fury inward on thyself prey, and consume thee! Through the dark profound, not without cause, he passes. So 'tis will'd on high, there where the great Archangel pour'd Heaven's vengeance on the first adulterer proud."
As sails, full spread bellying with the wind, drop suddenly collapsed, if the mast split; So to the ground down dropp'd the cruel fiend.
Thus we, descending to the fourth steep ledge, gain'd on the dismal shore, that all the woe hems in of all the universe. Ah me! almighty Justice! in what store thou heap'st new pains, new troubles, as I here beheld. Wherefore doth fault of ours bring us to this?
E'en as a billow, on Charybdis rising, against enctounter'd billow dasing breaks; Such is the dance this wretched race must lead, whom more than elsewhere numerous here I found. From one side and the other, with loud voice, both roll'd on eights, by main force of their breasts, then smote together, and each on forthwith roll'd them back voluble, turning again; Exclaiming these, "Why holdest thou so fast?" those answering, "And why castest thou away?" So, still repeating their despiteful song, they to the opposite point, on either hand, traversed the horrid circle; then arrived, both turn'd them round, and through the middle space, conflicting met again. At sight whereof I, stung with grief, thus spake: "O say, my guide! What race is this. Were these, whose heads are shorn, on our left hand, all sperate to the Church?"
He straight replied: "In their first life, these all in mind were so distorted, that they made, according to due measure, of their wealth no use. This clearly from their words collect, which they howl forth, at each extremity arriving of the circle, where their crime contrary in kind disparts them. To the Church were separate those, that with no hairy cowls are crowned, both Popes and Cardinal, o'er whom avarice dominion absolute maintains."
I then" "'Mid such as these some needs must be, whom I shall recognize, that with the blot of these foul sins were stain'd." He answering thus: "Vain thought conceivest thou. That ignoble life, which made them vile before, now makes them dark, and to all knowledge indiscernible. For ever they shall meet in this rude shock: these from the tomb with clenched grasp shall rise, those with close-shaven locks. That ill they gave, and ill they kept, hath of the beauteous world deprived, and se them at this strife, which needs no labor'd phrase of mine to set it off. Now mayst thou see, my son! how brief, how vain, the goods committed into Fortune's hands, for which the human race keep such a coil! Not all the gold that is beneath the moon, or ever hath been, of these toil-worn souls might purchase rest for one." I thus rejoin'd: "My guide! of these this also would I learn; This Fortune, that thou speak'st of, what it is, whose talons grasp the blessing of the world."
He thus: "O beings blind! what ignorance besets you! Now my judgment hear and mark. He, whos transcendent wisdom passes all, the heavens creating, gave them ruling powers to guide them; so that each part shines to each, their light in equal distribution pour'd. By similar appointment he ordain'd, over the world's bright images to rule, superintendence of a guiding hand and general minister, which, at due time, may change the empty bantages of life from race to race, from one to the other's blood, beyond prevention of man's wisest care: wherefore one nation rises into sway, another languishes, e'en as her will decrees, from us conceal'd as in the grass the serpent train. Against her nougth avails your utmost wisdom. She with foresight plans, judges, and carries on her reign, as theirs the other powers divine. Her changes know none intermission: by necessity she is made swift, so frequent come who claim succession in her favors. This is she, so execrated e'en by those whose debt to her is rather praise: they wrongfully with blame requite her, and with evil word; but she is blessed, and for that recks not: amidst the other primal beings glad rolls on her sphere, and in her bliss exults. Now on our way pass we, to heavier woe descending: for each star is falling now, that mounted at our entrance, and forbids too long our tarrying." We the circle cross'd to the next steep, arriving at a well, that boiling pours itself down to a foss sluiced from its source. Far murkier was the wave than sablest grain: and we in company of the inky waters, journeying by their side, enter'd, though by a different track, beneath. Into a lake, the Stygian named, expands the dismal stream, when it hath reach'd the foot of the gray wither'd cliffs. Intent I stood to gaze, and in the marish sunk descried a miry tribe, all naked, and with looks betokening rage. They with their hands alone struck not, but with the head, the breast, the feet, cutting each other piecemeal with their fangs.
The good instructor spake: "Now seest tough, son! The souls of those, whom anger overcame. This too for certain know, that underneath the water dwells a multitude, whose sighs into these bubles make the surface heave, as thine eye tells thee wheresoe'er it turn. Fix'd in the slime, they say: 'Sad once were we, in the sweet air made glasome by the sun, carrying a fould and lazy mist within: now in these murky settlings are we sad.' Such dolorous strain they gurgle in their throats, but word distinct can utter none." OUr route thus compass'd we, a segment diely stretch'd between the dry embankment, and the core of the loath'd pool, turning meanwhile our eyes downward on those who gulp'd its muddy lees; Nor stopp'd, till to a tower's low base we came.
[1]"Pape Satan, Pape Satan, aleppe;" words without meaning.