shun
Derision, haply thus he hath disguis’d
His true opinion.  If his meaning be,
That to the influencing of these orbs revert
The honour and the blame in human acts,
Perchance he doth not wholly miss the truth. 
This principle, not understood aright,
Erewhile perverted well nigh all the world;
So that it fell to fabled names of Jove,
And Mercury, and Mars.  That other doubt,
Which moves thee, is less harmful; for it brings
No peril of removing thee from me. 
     “That, to the eye of man, our justice seems
Unjust, is argument for faith, and not
For heretic declension.  To the end
This truth may stand more clearly in your view,
I will content thee even to thy wish
     “If violence be, when that which suffers, nought
Consents to that which forceth, not for this
These spirits stood exculpate.  For the will,
That will not, still survives unquench’d, and doth
As nature doth in fire, tho’ violence
Wrest it a thousand times; for, if it yield
Or more or less, so far it follows force. 
And thus did these, whom they had power to seek
The hallow’d place again.  In them, had will
Been perfect, such as once upon the bars
Held Laurence firm, or wrought in Scaevola
To his own hand remorseless, to the path,
Whence they were drawn, their steps had hasten’d back,
When liberty return’d:  but in too few
Resolve so steadfast dwells.  And by these words
If duly weigh’d, that argument is void,
Which oft might have perplex’d thee still.  But now
Another question thwarts thee, which to solve
Might try thy patience without better aid. 
I have, no doubt, instill’d into thy mind,
That blessed spirit may not lie; since near
The source of primal truth it dwells for aye: 
And thou might’st after of Piccarda learn
That Constance held affection to the veil;
So that she seems to contradict me here. 
Not seldom, brother, it hath chanc’d for men
To do what they had gladly left undone,
Yet to shun peril they have done amiss: 
E’en as Alcmaeon, at his father’s suit
Slew his own mother, so made pitiless
Not to lose pity.  On this point bethink thee,
That force and will are blended in such wise
As not to make the’ offence excusable. 
Absolute will agrees not to the wrong,
That inasmuch as there is fear of woe
From non-compliance, it agrees.  Of will
Thus absolute Piccarda spake, and I
Of th’ other; so that both have truly said.” 
     Such was the flow of that pure rill, that well’d
From forth the fountain of all truth; and such
The rest, that to my wond’ring thoughts l found. 
      “O thou of primal love the prime delight! 
Goddess!  “I straight reply’d, “whose lively words
Still shed new heat and vigour through my soul! 
Affection fails me to requite thy grace
With equal sum of gratitude:  be his
To recompense, who sees and can reward thee.