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INFERNO CANTO 18
Mandelbaum Tr. and Longfellow Tr.
NotesAnn.

	There is a place in Hell called Malebolge,
made all of stone the color of crude iron,
as is the wall that makes its way around it.

	THERE is a place in Hell called Malebolge,
Wholly of stone and of an iron colour,
As is the circle that around it turns.





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	Right in the middle of this evil field
is an abyss, a broad and yawning pit,
whose structure I shall tell in its due place.

	Right in the middle of the field malign
There yawns a well exceeding wide and deep, 
Of which its place the structure will recount.







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	The belt, then, that extends between the pit
and that hard, steep wall's base is circular;
its bottom has been split into ten valleys.

	Round, then, is that enclosure which remains
Between the well and foot of the high, hard bank,
And has distinct in valleys ten its bottom.







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	Just as, where moat on moat surrounds a castle
in order to keep guard upon the walls,
the ground they occupy will form a pattern,

	As where for the protection of the walls
Many and many moats surround the castles,
The part in which they are a figure forms,







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	so did the valleys here form a design;
and as such fortresses have bridges running
right from their thresholds toward the outer bank,

	Just such an image those presented there;
And as about such strongholds from their gates
Unto the outer bank are little bridges, 







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	so here, across the banks and ditches, ridges
ran from the base of that rock wall until
the pit that cuts them short and joins them all.

	So from the precipice's base did crags
Project, which intersected dikes and moats,
Unto the well that truncates and collects them.







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	This was the place in which we found ourselves
when Geryon had put us down; the poet
held to the left, and I walked at his back.

	Within this place, down shaken from the back
Of Geryon, we found us; and the Poet
Held to the left, and I moved on behind.







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	Upon the right I saw new misery,
I saw new tortures and new torturers,
filling the first of Malebolge's moats.

	Upon my right hand I beheld new anguish,
New torments, and new wielders of the lash,
Wherewith the foremost Bolgia was replete.







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	Along its bottom, naked sinners moved,
to our side of the middle, facing us;
beyond that, they moved with us, but more quickly-

	Down at the bottom were the sinners naked;
This side the middle came they facing us,
Beyond it, with us, but with greater steps;







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	as, in the year of Jubilee, the Romans,
confronted by great crowds, contrived a plan
that let the people pass across the bridge,

	Even as the Romans, for the mighty host,
The year of Jubilee, upon the bridge, 
Have chosen a mode to pass the people over;






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	for to one side went all who had their eyes
upon the Castle, heading toward St. Peter's,
and to the other, those who faced the Mount.

	For all upon one side towards the Castle 
Their faces have, and go unto St. Peter's;
On the other side they go towards the Mountain.





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	Both left and right, along the somber rock,
I saw horned demons with enormous whips,
who lashed those spirits cruelly from behind.

	This side and that, along the livid stone
Beheld I horned demons with great scourges,
Who cruelly were beating them behind.







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	Ah, how their first strokes made those sinners lift
their heels! Indeed no sinner waited for
a second stroke to fall-or for a third.

	Ah me ! how they did make them lift their legs
At the first blows ! and sooth not any one
The second waited for, nor for the third.







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	And as I moved ahead, my eyes met those
of someone else, and suddenly I said:
"I was not spared the sight of him before."

	While I was going on, mine eyes by one  
Encountered were; and straight I said: "Already
With sight of this one I am not unfed."







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	And so I stayed my steps, to study him;
my gentle guide had stopped together with me
and gave me leave to take a few steps back.

	Therefore I stayed my feet to make him out,
And with me the sweet Guide came to a stand,
And to my going somewhat back assented;







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	That scourged soul thought that he could hide himself 
by lowering his face; it helped him little,
for I said: "You, who cast your eyes upon

	And he, the scourged one. thought to hide himself,
Lowering his face, but little it availed him;
For said I: "Thou that castest down thine eyes







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	the ground, if these your features are not false,
must be Venedico Caccianemico;
but what brings you to sauces so piquant?"

	If false are not the features which thou bearest;
Thou art Venedico Caccianimico;    
But what doth bring thee to such pungent sauces ?" 





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	And he to me: "I speak unwillingly;
but your plain speech, that brings the memory
of the old world to me, is what compels me;

	And he to me: "Unwillingly I tell it;
But forces me thine utterance distinct,
Which makes me recollect the ancient world.







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	For it was I who led Ghisolabella
to do as the Marquis would have her do-
however they retell that filthy tale.

	I was the one who the fair Ghisola
Induced to grant the wishes of the Marquis,
Howe'er the shameless story may be told.







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	I'm not the only Bolognese who weeps here;
indeed, this place is so crammed full of us
that not so many tongues have learned to say

	Not the sole Bolognese am I who weeps here;
Nay, rather is this place so full of them,
That not so many tongues to-day are taught







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	sipa between the Savena and Reno;
if you want faith and testament of that,
just call to mind our avaricious hearts."

	'Twixt Reno and Savena to say sipa; 
And if thereof thou wishest pledge or proof,
Bring to thy mind our avaricious heart."





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	And as he spoke, a demon cudgeled him
with his horsewhip and cried: "Be off, you pimp,
there are no women here for you to trick."

	While speaking in this manner, with his scourge
A demon smote him, and said: "Get thee gone
Pander, there are no women here for coin."







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	I joined my escort once again; and then
with but few steps, we came upon a place
where, from the bank, a rocky ridge ran out.

	I joined myself again unto mine Escort;
Thereafterward with footsteps few we came
To where a crag projected from the bank.







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	We climbed quite easily along that height;
and turning right upon its jagged back,
we took our leave of those eternal circlings.

	This very easily did we ascend,
And turning to the right along its ridge,
From those eternal circles we departed. 







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	When we had reached the point where that ridge opens
below to leave a passage for the lashed,
my guide said: "Stay, and make sure that the sight

	When we were there, where it is hollowed out
Beneath, to give a passage to the scourged,
The Guide said: "Wait, and see that on thee strike  







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	of still more ill-born spirits strikes your eyes,
for you have not yet seen their faces, since
they have been moving in our own direction."

	The vision of those others evil-born,
Of whom thou hast not yet beheld the faces,
Because together with us they have gone."







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	From the old bridge we looked down at the ranks
of those approaching from the other side;
they too were driven onward by the lash.

	From the old bridge we looked upon the train
Which tow'rds us came upon the other border,
And which the scourges in like manner smite.







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	And my good master, though I had not asked,
urged me: "Look at that mighty one who comes
and does not seem to shed a tear of pain:

	And the good Master, without my inquiring,
Said to me: "See that tall one who is coming,
And for his pain seems not to shed a tear;







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	how he still keeps the image of a king!
That shade is Jason, who with heart and head
deprived the men of Colchis of their ram.

	Still what a royal aspect he retains !
That Jason is, who by his heart and cunning 
The Colchians of the Ram made destitute.






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	He made a landfall on the isle of Lemnos
after its women, bold and pitiless,
had given all their island males to death.

	He by the isle of Lemnos passed along
After the daring women pitiless
Had unto death devoted all their males.







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	With polished words and love signs he took in
Hypsipyle, the girl whose own deception
had earlier deceived the other women.

	There with his tokens and with ornate words
Did he deceive Hypsipyle, the maiden 
Who first, herself, had all the rest deceived.






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	And he abandoned her, alone and pregnant;
such guilt condemns him to such punishment;
and for Medea, too, revenge is taken.

	There did he leave her pregnant and forlorn;
Such sin unto such punishment condemns him,
And also for Medea is vengeance done.







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	With him go those who cheated so: this is
enough for you to know of that first valley
and of the souls it clamps within its jaws."

	With him go those who in such wise deceive;
And this sufficient be of the first valley
To know, and those that in its jaws it holds."







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	We were already where the narrow path
reaches and intersects the second bank
and serves as shoulder for another bridge.

	We were already where the narrow path
Crosses athwart the second dike, and forms
Of that a buttress for another arch.







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	We heard the people whine in the next pouch
and heard them as they snorted with their snouts;
we heard them use their palms to beat themselves.

	Thence we heard people, who are making moan
In the next Bolgia, snorting with their muzzles,
And with their palms beating upon themselves







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	And exhalations, rising from below,
stuck to the banks, encrusting them with mold,
and so waged war against both eyes and nose.

	The margins were incrusted with a mould
By exhalation from below, that sticks there,
And with the eyes and nostrils wages war.







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	The bottom is so deep, we found no spot
to see it from, except by climbing up
the arch until the bridge's highest point.

	The bottom is so deep, no place suffices
To give us sight of it, without ascending
The arch's back, where most the crag impends.







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	This was the place we reached; the ditch beneath
held people plunged in excrement that seemed
as if it had been poured from human privies.

	Thither we came, and thence down in the moat
I saw a people smothered in a filth
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	And while my eyes searched that abysmal sight,
I saw one with a head so smeared with shit,
one could not see if he were lay or cleric.

	And whilst below there with mine eye I search,
I saw one with his head so foul with ordure,
It was not clear if he were clerk or layman.







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	He howled: "Why do you stare more greedily
at me than at the others who are filthy?"
And I: "Because, if I remember right,

	He screamed to me: "Wherefore art thou so eager
To look at me more than the other foul ones ?"
And I to him: "Because, if I remember,







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	I have seen you before, with your hair dry;
and so I eye you more than all: you are
Alessio Interminei of Lucca."'

	I have already seen thee with dry hair,
And thou'rt Alessio Interminei of Lucca; 
Therefore I eye thee more than all the others."






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	Then he continued, pounding on his pate:
"I am plunged here because of flatteries-
of which my tongue had such sufficiency."

	And he thereon, belabouring his pumpkin:
"The flatteries have submerged me here below,
Wherewith my tongue was never surfeited."







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	At which my guide advised me: "See you thrust
your head a little farther to the front,
so that your eyes can clearly glimpse the face

	Then said to me the Guide: "See that thou thrust
Thy visage somewhat farther in advance,
That with thine eyes thou well the face attain







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	of that besmirched, bedraggled harridan
who scratches at herself with shit-filled nails, 
and now she crouches, now she stands upright.

	Of that uncleanly and dishevelled drab,
Who there doth scratch herself with filthy nails,
And crouches now, and now on foot is standing.







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	That is Thais, the harlot who returned
her lover's question, 'Are you very grateful
to me?' by saying, 'Yes, enormously.'"

	Thais the harlot is it, who replied 
Unto her paramour, when he said, ' Have I
Great gratitude from thee ?'  --  ' Nay, marvellous ;





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	And now our sight has had its fill of this."

	And herewith let our sight be satisfied." 



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