the Divine Comedy
Inferno
Canto III
English Edition, translated by H.F. Cary
The Vestibule of HellThe Opportunists
 
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1  THROUGH me you pass into the city of woe:
2  Through me you pass into eternal pain:
3  Through me among the people lost for aye.
 
4  Justice the founder of my fabric mov'd:
5  To rear me was the task of power divine,
6  Supremest wisdom, and primeval love.
 
7  Before me things create were none, save things
8  Eternal, and eternal I endure.
9  All hope abandon ye who enter here.
 
10   Such characters in colour dim I mark'd
11  Over a portal's lofty arch inscrib'd:
12  Whereat I thus: Master, these words import
 
13  Hard meaning. He as one prepar'd replied:
14  Here thou must all distrust behind thee leave;
15  Here be vile fear extinguish'd. We are come
 
16  Where I have told thee we shall see the souls
17  To misery doom'd, who intellectual good
18  Have lost. And when his hand he had stretch'd forth
 
19  To mine, with pleasant looks, whence I was cheer'd,
20  Into that secret place he led me on.
21   Here sighs with lamentations and loud moans
 
22  Resounded through the air pierc'd by no star,
23  That e'en I wept at entering. Various tongues,
24  Horrible languages, outcries of woe,
 
25  Accents of anger, voices deep and hoarse,
26  With hands together smote that swell'd the sounds,
27  Made up a tumult, that for ever whirls
 
28  Round through that air with solid darkness stain'd,
29  Like to the sand that in the whirlwind flies.
30   I then, with error yet encompass'd, cried:
 
31  O master! What is this I hear? What race
32  Are these, who seem so overcome with woe?
33   He thus to me: This miserable fate
 
34  Suffer the wretched souls of those, who liv'd
35  Without or praise or blame, with that ill band
36  Of angels mix'd, who nor rebellious prov'd
 
37  Nor yet were true to God, but for themselves
38  Were only. From his bounds Heaven drove them forth,
39  Not to impair his lustre, nor the depth
 
40  Of Hell receives them, lest th' accursed tribe
41  Should glory thence with exultation vain.
42   I then: Master! what doth aggrieve them thus,
 
43  That they lament so loud? He straight replied:
44  That will I tell thee briefly. These of death
45  No hope may entertain: and their blind life
 
46  So meanly passes, that all other lots
47  They envy. Fame of them the world hath none,
48  Nor suffers; mercy and justice scorn them both.
 
49  Speak not of them, but look, and pass them by.
50   And I, who straightway look'd, beheld a flag,
51  Which whirling ran around so rapidly,
 
52  That it no pause obtain'd: and following came
53  Such a long train of spirits, I should ne'er
54  Have thought, that death so many had despoil'd.
 
55   When some of these I recogniz'd, I saw
56  And knew the shade of him, who to base fear
57  Yielding, abjur'd his high estate. Forthwith
 
58  I understood for certain this the tribe
59  Of those ill spirits both to God displeasing
60  And to his foes. These wretches, who ne'er lived,
 
61  Went on in nakedness, and sorely stung
62  By wasps and hornets, which bedew'd their cheeks
63  With blood, that mix'd with tears dropp'd to their feet,
 
64  And by disgustful worms was gather'd there.
65   Then looking farther onwards I beheld
66  A throng upon the shore of a great stream:
 
67  Whereat I thus: Sir! grant me now to know
68  Whom here we view, and whence impell'd they seem
69  So eager to pass o'er, as I discern
 
70  Through the blear light? He thus to me in few:
71  This shalt thou know, soon as our steps arrive
72  Beside the woeful tide of Acheron.
 
73   Then with eyes downward cast and fill'd with shame,
74  Fearing my words offensive to his ear,
75  Till we had reach'd the river, I from speech
 
76  Abstain'd. And lo! toward us in a bark
77  Comes on an old man hoary white with eld,
78  Crying, Woe to you wicked spirits! hope not
 
79  Ever to see the sky again. I come
80  To take you to the other shore across,
81  Into eternal darkness, there to dwell
 
82  In fierce heat and in ice. And thou, who there
83  Standest, live spirit! get thee hence, and leave
84  These who are dead. But soon as he beheld
 
85  I left them not, By other way, said he,
86  By other haven shalt thou come to shore,
87  Not by this passage; thee a nimbler boat
 
88  Must carry. Then to him thus spake my guide:
89  Charon! thyself torment not: so 't is will'd,
90  Where will and power are one: ask thou no more.
 
91   Straightway in silence fell the shaggy cheeks
92  Of him the boatman o'er the livid lake,
93  Around whose eyes glar'd wheeling flames. Meanwhile
 
94  Those spirits, faint and naked, color chang'd,
95  And gnash'd their teeth, soon as the cruel words
96  They heard. God and their parents they blasphem'd,
 
97  The human kind, the place, the time, and seed
98  That did engender them and give them birth.
99   Then all together sorely wailing drew
 
100  To the curs'd strand, that every man must pass
101  Who fears not God. Charon, demoniac form,
102  With eyes of burning coal, collects them all,
 
103  Beck'ning, and each, that lingers, with his oar
104  Strikes. As fall off the light autumnal leaves,
105  One still another following, till the bough
 
106  Strews all its honours on the earth beneath;
107  E'en in like manner Adam's evil brood
108  Cast themselves one by one down from the shore,
 
109  Each at a beck, as falcon at his call.
110   Thus go they over through the umber'd wave,
111  And ever they on the opposing bank
 
112  Be landed, on this side another throng
113  Still gathers. Son, thus spake the courteous guide,
114  Those, who die subject to the wrath of God,
 
115  All here together come from every clime,
116  And to o'erpass the river are not loth:
117  For so heaven's justice goads them on, that fear
 
118  Is turn'd into desire. Hence ne'er hath past
119  Good spirit. If of thee Charon complain,
120  Now mayst thou know the import of his words.
 
121   This said, the gloomy region trembling shook
122  So terribly, that yet with clammy dews
123  Fear chills my brow. The sad earth gave a blast,
 
124  That, lightening, shot forth a vermilion flame,
125  Which all my senses conquer'd quite, and I
126  Down dropp'd, as one with sudden slumber seiz'd.

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