6 It looked round about me, as if it had desire to see if another were with me, 57 but when its expectancy was quite spent, weeping it said: “If through this blind prison thou goest by reason of loftiness of genius, 60 where is my son? and why is he not with thee?” And I to him: “I come not of myself; he who waits yonder is leading me through here, 63 whom perchance your Guido had in disdain.” His words and the mode of the punishment had already read to me the name of this one; 66 wherefore my answer was so full. Suddenly straightening up, he cried: “How didst thou say, ‘he had’? lives he not still? 69 does not the sweet light strike his eyes?” When he became aware of some delay that I made before answering, 72 he fell again supine, and appeared no more outside. But that other magnanimous one, at whose instance I had stayed, changed not aspect, 75 nor moved his neck, nor bent his side. “And if,” he said, continuing his first discourse, “they have ill learned that art, 78 it torments me more than this bed. But the face of the Lady who rules here will not be rekindled fifty times 81 ere thou shalt know how much that art weighs.
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