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 The Doomed Souls embarking to cross the Acheron
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| 33 | What folk is this, which seems by pain so vanquished?
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| 34 | And he to me: This miserable mode
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| 35 | Maintain the melancholy souls of those
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| 36 | Who lived withouten infamy or praise.
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| 37 | Commingled are they with that caitiff choir
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| 38 | Of Angels, who have not rebellious been,
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| 39 | Nor faithful were to God, but were for self.
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| 40 | The heavens expelled them, not to be less fair;
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| 41 | Nor them the nethermore abyss receives,
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| 42 | For glory none the damned would have from them.
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| 43 | And I: O Master, what so grievous is
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| 44 | To these, that maketh them lament so sore?
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| 45 | He answered: I will tell thee very briefly.
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| 46 | These have no longer any hope of death;
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| 47 | And this blind life of theirs is so debased,
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| 48 | They envious are of every other fate.
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