On our right hand new misery I saw,
New pains, new executioners of wrath,
That swarming peopled the first chasm.  Below
Were naked sinners.  Hitherward they came,
Meeting our faces from the middle point,
With us beyond but with a larger stride. 
E’en thus the Romans, when the year returns
Of Jubilee, with better speed to rid
The thronging multitudes, their means devise
For such as pass the bridge; that on one side
All front toward the castle, and approach
Saint Peter’s fane, on th’ other towards the mount.

Each divers way along the grisly rock,
Horn’d demons I beheld, with lashes huge,
That on their back unmercifully smote. 
Ah! how they made them bound at the first stripe!

None for the second waited nor the third.

Meantime as on I pass’d, one met my sight
Whom soon as view’d; “Of him,” cried I, “not yet
Mine eye hath had his fill.”  With fixed gaze
I therefore scann’d him.  Straight the teacher kind
Paus’d with me, and consented I should walk
Backward a space, and the tormented spirit,
Who thought to hide him, bent his visage down. 
But it avail’d him nought; for I exclaim’d: 
“Thou who dost cast thy eye upon the ground,
Unless thy features do belie thee much,
Venedico art thou.  But what brings thee
Into this bitter seas’ning?” He replied: 
“Unwillingly I answer to thy words. 
But thy clear speech, that to my mind recalls
The world I once inhabited, constrains me. 
Know then ’twas I who led fair Ghisola
To do the Marquis’ will, however fame
The shameful tale have bruited.  Nor alone
Bologna hither sendeth me to mourn
Rather with us the place is so o’erthrong’d
That not so many tongues this day are taught,
Betwixt the Reno and Savena’s stream,
To answer SIPA in their country’s phrase. 
And if of that securer proof thou need,
Remember but our craving thirst for gold.”

Him speaking thus, a demon with his thong
Struck, and exclaim’d, “Away! corrupter! here
Women are none for sale.”  Forthwith I join’d
My escort, and few paces thence we came
To where a rock forth issued from the bank. 
That easily ascended, to the right
Upon its splinter turning, we depart
From those eternal barriers.  When arriv’d,
Where underneath the gaping arch lets pass
The scourged souls:  “Pause here,” the teacher said,
“And let these others miserable, now
Strike on thy ken, faces not yet beheld,
For that together they with us have walk’d.”

From the old bridge we ey’d the pack, who came
From th’ other side towards us, like the rest,
Excoriate from the lash.  My gentle guide,
By me unquestion’d, thus his speech resum’d: 
“Behold that lofty shade, who this way tends,
And seems too woe-begone to drop a tear. 
How yet the regal aspect he retains! 
Jason is he, whose skill and prowess won