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‘For if our foresight here does not deceive me

               
they shall be sorrowing before hair grows

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on cheeks of babes still soothed by lullabies.

               
‘Pray, brother, conceal your tale no longer.

               
Look, not only I but all these people

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gaze in wonder where you veil the sun.’

               
At that I said to him: ‘If you recall   

               
what you were with me and I was with you,

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that memory now would still be painful.

               
‘He who precedes me made me renounce

               
that life but several days ago, when the sister

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of him’—and I pointed to the sun—   

               
‘appeared round back then. It is he who led me

               
through the deep night of the forever dead

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in this my very flesh that follows him.

               
‘With his support I have left all that behind,

               
climbing and circling each terrace of the mountain

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that straightens those made crooked by the world.   

               
‘He promises to keep me company

               
until I shall encounter Beatrice.   

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Then must I be left without him.

               
‘It is Virgil who tells me this’—I pointed to him—

               
‘and the other is the shade for whom just now

               
your kingdom quaked in all its slopes,

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shaking him from itself to set him free.’

OUTLINE: PURGATORIO XXIV

IV. The speakers
(continued)

1–6
   
the happy condition of their discourse as Dante and Forese walk and talk; the amazement of the other shades
7–12
   
Dante notes that Statius proceeds more slowly than he would otherwise out of affection for Virgil and asks after Piccarda (Forese’s sister) and whether there are people here of note
13–15
   
Forese says that Piccarda rejoices at being in Paradise
16–24
   
Forese points out
Bonagiunta
and
Pope Martin IV
25–33
   
Forese names
Ubaldino, Bonifazio, Marchese,
and others
34–36
   
comparison: as one who singles out the person whom he most esteems in a group, so Dante fixes on Bonagiunta
37–39
   
amidst Bonagiunta’s murmuring Dante hears “Gentucca”
40–42
   
Dante asks him to speak, since he seems so eager to
43–48
   
Bonagiunta refers to a woman who will one day make Lucca seem pleasing to Dante
49–51
   
Bonagiunta asks Dante if he wrote the new poems, beginning with “Ladies who have intelligence of love”
52–54
   
Dante: “I am one who, when Love inspires me, take note”
55–63
   
Bonagiunta says he understands what separated his poetry and that of others from Dante’s
64–69
   
simile (1): cranes gathering in the air, then forming their line of flight as gluttons, now leaving, flock around Dante
70–75
   
simile (2): tired runner lets companions go ahead as Forese lets fellow gluttons proceed and accompanies Dante
76–81
   
Dante does not know how long he has yet to live in the wretched world before he will return to purgatory
82–90
   
Forese’s prophecy of death of his brother, Corso Donati
91–93
   
Forese must get back to his purging and leaves Dante
94–99
   
simile (3): cavalryman leaving troop to have the honor of the first encounter and Forese leaving Dante in the company of two “marshals” (Virgil and Statius)
100–105
   
the second tree
106–112
   
simile (4): children begging a gift from an adult who holds it aloft and gluttons begging for fruit and departing
113–114
   
Dante, Virgil, and Statius arrive at the tree
115–120
   
its voice: “this a shoot of the tree from which Eve ate”

V. Exemplars of Gluttony

121–126
   
the voice reminds them of
centaurs
(vs. Theseus) and of the
Hebrews
(opposing Gideon)
127–135
   
Dante, Virgil, and Statius walk a mile in silent meditation after they have skirted the tree

VI. The Angel of Temperance

136–144
   
the angel, red as molten metal, calls to them
145–150
   
simile (5): the angel’s wings and the breeze of May
151–154
   
the angel’s Beatitude
PURGATORIO XXIV

               
Walking did not slow our talk, nor did the talking   

               
slow our motion, as conversing we moved swiftly,

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like ships that are driven by favoring winds.

               
And the shades, that seemed things dead twice over,   

               
stared at me, amazed, from the sockets of their eyes,

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once they saw I was alive.

               
And I, continuing, remarked:

               
‘Perhaps he climbs more slowly than he’d like   

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because someone else is with him.

               
‘But tell me, if you know, where Piccarda is.   

               
And tell me if I am seeing anyone of note

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among these people who are staring at me so.’

               
‘I cannot say whether my sister was more virtuous   

               
than she was beautiful. On high Olympus

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she already triumphs, rejoicing in her crown.’

               
This he said first and then:   

               
‘Here it’s not forbidden to call us by our names,

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since our features are sucked dry by fasting.

               
‘He there’—and he pointed with his finger—‘is   

               
Bonagiunta, Bonagiunta of Lucca, and that one

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just beyond him, the face more cracked and scaly   

               
‘than the rest, held Holy Church within his arms.

               
He was from Tours and now by fasting purges

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eels from the Bolsena served
alla vernaccia
.’

               
He named many another, one by one,

               
and each seemed happy to be named—   

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I did not see a scowl on any face.

               
I saw, gnashing his teeth on nothing in his hunger,

               
Ubaldino dalla Pila, and Bonifazio,   

   

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who with his crozier led and fed a multitude.

               
I saw Messer Marchese, who once took his leisure,   

               
drinking in Forlì with less cause for thirst

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and still could not be satisfied.

               
But as a man might look around and take more note   

               
of one than of another, so I did with him from Lucca,

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who clearly seemed to know me.

               
He was muttering and all I could make out   

               
was a word like ‘Gentucca’ coming from his mouth,

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where he felt most the justice that so wastes them.

               
‘O soul,’ I said, ‘who seem so keen to speak with me,   

               
speak in a manner I can understand

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and with your speech thus satisfy us both.’

               
‘A woman is born and wears not yet the wimple,’   

               
he said. ‘She shall make my city please you,

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however men revile it.

               
‘Take your way with this prophecy in mind

               
and, if you have mistook my muttering,

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events themselves will make it plain to you.

               
‘But tell me if I see before me   

               
the one who brought forth those new rhymes

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begun with
Ladies that have intelligence of love
.’

               
And I to him: ‘I am one who, when Love   

               
inspires me, take note and, as he dictates

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deep within me, so I set it forth.’

               
‘O my brother,’ he said, ‘now I understand the knot   

               
that kept the Notary, Guittone, and me   

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on this side of the sweet new style I hear.

               
‘I clearly understand that your pens follow

               
faithfully whatever Love may dictate,

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which, to be sure, was not the case with ours.

               
‘And he who takes the next step sees in this

               
what separates the one style from the other.’

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Then, as though with satisfaction, he was silent.

               
As birds that spend the wintertime along the Nile   

               
sometimes gather in a flock high in the air,

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then, flying faster, form a line,

               
so all the people gathered there

               
turned from us, hurrying away,

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light as they were through leanness and desire.

               
And, as one exhausted by his run

               
lets his companions race ahead while he but walks

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until the heaving of his chest is eased,

               
so Forese let the holy flock pass by

               
and came along with me behind them. He asked:

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‘How long until I see you here again?’   

               
‘I do not know,’ I said, ‘how long I’ll live.   

               
But my return could not occur so soon

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that I will not in thought return before,

               
‘since the place where I was put to live

               
day by day despoils itself of every good

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and seems disposed to certain ruin.’

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