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The shade, who had drawn closer to the judge   

               
when he called out, had not through that assault

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at any time removed his gaze from me.

               
‘So may the lantern leading you above

               
have ample wax in the candle of your will

114
         
to bring you to the enameled summit,’

               
he said, ‘if you have true news of Valdimagra   

               
or of the parts around, please tell me,

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for there I once was great.

               
‘I was called Currado Malaspina,

               
not the old Currado but descended from him.

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To my own I bore the love that here is purified.’

               
‘Oh,’ I said to him, ‘never have I been there,   

               
in your country. But where do men dwell,

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anywhere in Europe, that it is not renowned?

               
‘The fame that crowns your house with honor

               
proclaims alike its lords and lands—

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even those who have not been there know them,

               
‘and, as I hope to go above, I swear to you

               
your honored race does not disgrace

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the glory of its purse and of its sword.

               
‘No matter how a wicked chief may warp the world,   

               
privileged both by nature and by custom,

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your race alone goes straight and scorns the evil path.’

               
Then he said: ‘Enough. Not seven times   

               
shall the sun return to rest in the very bed

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that the Ram covers and bestrides with all four feet

               
‘before this courteous opinion

               
shall be nailed within your brain

               
by stronger nails than the words of others,

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if the course of Judgment is not stayed.’

OUTLINE: PURGATORIO IX

Introduction: the temporal setting

1–6
   
moonrise in purgatory or morning in Italy?
7–12
   
Dante falls asleep in the Valley of the Princes between 8:30 and 9
PM
among his four companions

I. The first purgatorial dream

13–69
   
the dream, Dante’s reaction, Virgil’s explanation
13–18
   
a) the temporal setting before dawn (Philomel)
19–33
   
b) dream: eagle, Ganymede, “rape,” fire
34–42
   
c) Dante’s condition on awakening (simile)
43–48
   
d) reality: after 8
AM
, Dante alone with Virgil
49–63
   
e) explanation: Lucy, others left behind, gate
64–67
   
f) Dante reassured (simile)
68–69
   
g) Virgil leads Dante toward the entrance

Interruption: address to the reader

70–72
   
the second address in
Purgatorio
: Dante’s “art”

II. The gate of purgatory

73–78
   
the gate, the steps leading to it, and its keeper,
79–84
   
seated above the top step; his blinding face and sword
85–87
   
the keeper’s warning to Virgil and Dante
88–93
   
Virgil’s “passport” is Lucy and the keeper accedes
94–105
   
the three steps described: white, purple/black, red
106–108
   
Virgil leads Dante up and tells him to request access
109–111
   
Dante, after beating his breast, prostrates himself
112–114
   
the keeper traces seven P’s on Dante’s forehead
115–120
   
his drab clothing and the keys he applies to the gate
121–126
   
he explains the differing functions of the two keys
127–129
   
Peter’s instruction that he err on the side of mercy
130–132
   
his invitation to enter accompanied by a warning
133–138
   
the sound made by the portal’s being opened compared to the noise made by the opening of the Roman treasury on the Tarpeian rock, violated by Julius Caesar
139–145
   
Dante seems to hear the “Te Deum laudamus” sung so that the words are distinct and then indistinct
PURGATORIO IX

               
The concubine of old Tithonus,   

               
fresh from her doting lover’s arms,

3
             
was glowing white at the window of the east,

               
her forehead glittering with gems

               
set in the shape of that cold-blooded creature

6
             
that strikes men with its tail.

               
Where we were, night had made   

               
two steps in her ascent and now the wings

9
             
of the third were already drooping,

               
when I, who had with me something of Adam,   

               
lay down, overcome by sleep, there on the grass

12
           
where the five of us were seated.

               
At the hour near the verge of morning,   

               
when the swallow begins her plaintive song,

15
           
remembering, perhaps, her woes of long ago,

               
and when our mind, more pilgrim   

               
from the flesh and less caught up in thoughts,

18
           
is more prophetic in its visions,

               
in a dream I seemed to see an eagle,   

               
with golden feathers, hovering in the sky,   

21
           
his wings spread wide, ready to swoop.

               
And to me it seemed I was in the very place   

               
where Ganymede abandoned his own kind

24
           
when he was caught up to the highest council.

               
And I pondered:—‘Perhaps it is its habit   

               
to strike only here, disdaining to pluck

27
           
from elsewhere any in its talons.’

               
Then it seemed to me that after wheeling awhile   

               
it plunged down terrible as lightning,

30
           
and carried me straight to the sphere of fire.

               
There it seemed that it and I were both aflame,   

               
and the imagined burning was so hot

33
           
my sleep was broken and gave way.

               
Not otherwise Achilles started up,   

               
gazing with startled eyes around him,

36
           
not knowing where he was

               
that time his mother carried him,

               
sleeping in her arms, from Chiron to Scyros,

39
           
where later the Greeks would take him away—

               
than I awoke, the sleep gone from my eyes,

               
and then went deadly pale,

42
           
like a man frozen in his terror.

               
At my side there was no one but my comfort,   

               
the sun more than two hours high.

45
           
My face was turned toward the sea.

               
‘Do not be frightened,’ said my lord,

               
‘have confidence, for all is well with us.

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Do not hold back, but rally all your strength.

               
‘Now you have come to purgatory:

               
there you see the rock wall that encloses it

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and, where that seems breached, the entrance.

               
‘A short time ago, in the early light of dawn,   

               
when your soul was asleep within you,

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on the flowers that adorn the place below

               
‘there came a lady who said: “I am Lucy.   

               
Let me gather up this sleeping man

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so I may speed him on his way.”

               
‘Sordello stayed, as did the other noble souls,

               
and she took you and, as soon as it was day,

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went up, and I then followed in her steps.

               
‘Here she set you down, but first her lovely eyes

               
showed me that entrance, standing open.

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Then she and sleep, as one, departed.’

               
Like a man who comes to see the truth   

               
when he has been in doubt and now is reassured,

66
           
confidence replacing what in him was fear,

               
so was I changed. When my leader saw

               
that I was free of care, he started up the path,

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and I behind him, heading for the height.

               
Reader, you surely understand that I am raising   

               
the level of my subject here. Do not wonder,

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therefore, if I sustain it with more artifice.

               
We drew closer until we reached a place

               
where what at first had seemed a gap,

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a breach that rends a wall,

               
I now saw was a gate, with three steps leading

               
up to it, each one of a different color.

78
           
The keeper of that gate as yet said not a word.

               
And, when my eyes could make him out more clearly,

               
I saw that he was seated above the topmost step,   

81
           
his face so bright I could not bear to look.   

               
In his hand he held a naked sword,   

               
which so reflected his bright rays

84
           
I often had to turn my eager eyes away.

               
‘Say it from there, what do you want,’   

               
he began, ‘and where is your escort?   

87
           
Beware lest your arrival cause you grief.’

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