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Canto Xxv Hell Translation Part2
Any face of before was there suppressed; Two and no one the sinner’s wicked face Was looking; and such way slow pace progressed. As the green lizard when so strong lambastes The heat wave of day, then changing the hedge Just lightning looks like passing the road space, So looked like, running to the bellies edge Of the other two, a small snake aglow, Livid and black as pepper on ground ledge; And that body part where first be kept owe Our foods, to one of them it then pierced through; Fell then down to ground in front of him so. The pierced through looked at it, no word to do; At contrary, firm on feet, he did yawn Like felt dozy or was to fever due. His looking to snake and its to him drawn; One for the sore and from mouth the other Strongly fumed, and their fumes against were gone. Lucan be silent there where treats hither Of Sabello and Nasidio story sad, Opening ears to what I throw rather. Ovid hush Cadmus and Arethusa ad, Since if him to snake and her to a font Transforms as poet, to envy him am mad; Because two natures never front to front He transformed so that both shapes after then Change their matter were ready to affront. Together they self-arranged until when, The snake its tail acted a fork to form, And the injured now his feet joined again. Legs and thighs together joined to conform Were fused so, that then the juncture of their Could not be distinguished after transform. Took off the swallowtail the figure there While was losing its form, and while its skin Became squashy, while the other hard share. I saw his limbs receding armpits in, And the two feet of beast, which were short Get longer as much as shorter those thin. Then after the back feet, jointly contort, Becoming the body part which men hide, And the forlorn with his must two comport. While the fume covers one and other side With new colors, and generates up hair On one part and destroyes the other wide, One stood up and the other fell down bare, Not writhing thus their so impious eyes, Under which their muzzles shifted both pair. The up standing, to temples drew the size And of exceeding matter which then came Got out ears from hollow cheeks to arise The part then which did not retract the same Of that excess, built his nose and his face And also his lips swelled to the right aim. The one lying, must muzzle forth displace, And ears he sucks back within his head now Like performs the snail its horns to encase; And his tongue, which was too fast before how Could freely speak, now breaks, and in fork form Is closed in the other; and fume allow. The soul which to beast had to transform, Whizzing escapes down the valley along, And other speaks and spits him back to conform. After turned his new shoulders to him wrong, And told: “I want that Buoso now should run, As I did, on all fours down this valley long”. The soul which into beast had to transform, Whizzing escapes down the valley along, And other speaks and spits him to conform. After turned his new shoulders to him wrong, And told: “I want that Buoso now should run, As I did, on all fours down valley long”. So I saw the seventh ballast to stun Muting and transmuting; I cannot try, News hinder that a gentle pen is done. And other was who, Gaville, you cry.
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