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II. Exemplars of Zeal

100
   
Mary
101–102
   
Julius Caesar

IV. The speakers (giving satisfaction)

103–105
   
“Haste, haste” (their form of prayer)
106–111
   
Virgil: “you who make amends for slow affection, this man is alive and in a hurry, too: where is the opening?”
112–120
   
Abbot of San Zeno:
“follow after us and forgive us our apparent rudeness”
121–126
   
shame of the Scaligeri in contemporary Verona
127–129
   
Dante’s reaction as the Abbot disappears on the run

V. Exemplars of Sloth

130–132
   
Virgil calls Dante’s attention to two who bring up the rear, crying out
exempla
:
133–138
   
Hebrews
(who died in the Exodus)
Trojans
(who died in Sicily)
139–145
   
once the penitents are out of sight, Dante has a new thought, soon followed by many others; as these jumble together, he transmutes his thoughts to dream
PURGATORIO XVIII

               
My lofty teacher, having brought   

               
his discourse to its end, now studied   

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my face to see if I seemed satisfied,

               
while I, spurred on by yet another thirst,   

               
kept silent, rehearsing in my mind the thought:

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‘Perhaps I trouble him with all these questions.’

               
But that true father, mindful

               
of the timid wish that I did not declare,   

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spoke and gave me courage to speak out.

               
Therefore I said: ‘Master, your light so quickens

               
my mental sight that I discern in full

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your argument’s distinctions and its thesis.

               
‘And thus I pray, dear, gentle father,   

               
that you expound this love, from which you say

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each good deed and its opposite derive.’

               
‘Direct on me your intellect’s keen eyes,’

               
he said, ‘and the error of the blind   

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who set themselves as guides will be revealed.

               
‘The mind, disposed to love at its creation,   

               
is readily moved toward anything that pleases

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as soon as by that pleasure it is roused to act.

               
‘From real forms your perception draws   

               
an image it unfolds within you

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so that the mind considers it,

               
‘and if the mind, so turned, inclines to it,

               
that inclination is a natural love,

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which beauty binds in you at once.

               
‘Then, as fire, born to rise,   

               
moves upward in its essence,

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to where its matter lives the longest,

               
‘just so the mind, thus seized, achieves desire,

               
a movement of the spirit never resting

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as long as it enjoys the thing it loves.

               
‘Now you see how hidden is the truth   

               
from those who hold that every love

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is in itself deserving praise,

               
‘perhaps because such love seems always good.

               
But every seal is not a good one,

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even if imprinted in good wax.’

               
‘Your words and my responding wit,’ I said,   

               
‘have made love’s nature clear to me,

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but that has left me even more perplexed.

               
‘For if love is offered from outside us

               
and if the soul moves on no other foot,

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it has no merit in going straight or crooked.’

               
And he to me: ‘As far as reason may see in this,   

               
I can tell you. To go farther you must look

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to Beatrice, for it depends on faith alone.

               
‘Every substantial form that is at once distinct   

   

               
from matter and is, as well, united with it,

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contains its own defining disposition.

               
‘This is not perceived except in operation,

               
nor ever demonstrated except by its effect, as,

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in a plant, the force of life by its green leaves.

               
‘In consequence, where we derive our knowledge

               
of first principles and the inclination

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to universal objects of desire, no one knows.

               
‘These are innate in you just like the zeal in bees

               
for making honey, and this primal inclination

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admits no positing of praise or blame.

               
‘That to this will all others may conform   

               
there is innate in you the faculty that counsels

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and ought to guard the threshold of assent.

               
‘This is the principle in which is found

               
the measure of your merit, as it welcomes

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and then winnows good from guilty loves.

               
‘Those who in their reasoning reached the root   

               
recognized this innate freedom

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and thus bequeathed their ethics to the world.

               
‘Let us posit as a given: every love   

               
that’s kindled in you arises of necessity.

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Still, the power to restrain it lies with you.

               
‘That noble power is called free will by Beatrice,

               
and so make sure that you remember this

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if she should ever speak of it to you.’

               
Still brilliant after midnight, the moon   

               
was blazing like a fiery bucket,

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making the stars seem fewer than they were,

               
as in its course against the sky it followed

               
the tracks the sun inflames when seen from Rome,

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setting between Sardegna and the Corsicans.

               
That noble shade through whom Pietola   

               
is more renowned than any Mantuan town

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had doffed the weight with which I’d burdened him,

               
so that I, having harvested his clear

               
and forthright answers to my questions,

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remained like one who rambles in his drowsy mind.   

               
But suddenly this drowsiness was snatched away

               
by a crowd who were approaching,   

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having already rounded the terrace from behind us.

               
As once the rivers Ismenus and Asopus   

               
saw a furious throng of revelers crowd their banks

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on any night the Thebans felt the need for Bacchus,

               
such a throng cut their way, as does a sickle,

               
around that circle, and I could tell

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that virtuous will and just love drove them on.

               
Soon they were upon us,   

               
for the whole frenzied mob was running,

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while two in front, weeping, cried out:   

   

               
‘Mary ran with haste into the mountains,’

               
and ‘Caesar, to subdue Lèrida, thrust at Marseilles   

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and then raced on to Spain.’

               
‘Quickly, quickly, lest time be lost for lack of love,’   

               
the others cried behind them. ‘Let our zeal   

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for doing good make grace grow green again.’

               
‘O you who with keen fervor make amends,

               
perhaps for your past negligence and sloth   

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in being lukewarm to do good,

               
‘this man, who is alive—indeed I do not lie—

               
is eager to ascend at day’s first light.

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Tell us, then, where is the nearest opening?’

               
These were my leader’s words,

               
and one of those spirits answered:

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‘Follow us and you shall find the gap.

               
‘We are so filled with our desire to keep on moving

               
we cannot rest. Pardon us, then,

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if our just penance seems discourteous.

               
‘I was Abbot of San Zeno at Verona   

               
under the rule of worthy Barbarossa,

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of whom Milan still speaks with sorrow.

               
‘And one there, with a foot already in the grave,   

               
will soon bemoan that monastery

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and regret his power over it,

               
‘because he put his son, lame in body,

               
deformed in mind, and base of birth,

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in the place of its true shepherd.’

               
I know not if he said more or was still,   

               
he had already raced so far beyond us,

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but this I heard and chose to keep in mind.

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