2 The flame was already erect and quiet, by reason of not speaking more, and already was going 3 from us, with the permission of the sweet poet, when another, which was coming behind it, made us turn our eyes to its tip, 6 by a confused sound that was issuing forth from it. As the Sicilian bull, which bellowed first with the plaint of him (and that was right) 9 who had shaped it with his tools, was wont to bellow with the voice of the sufferer, so that, although it was of brass, 12 yet it appeared transfixed with the pain, so, through not having way or outlet at first from the fire, into its language 15 were converted the disconsolate words. But when they had taken their course up through the point, giving to it that vibration 18 which the tongue had given in their passage, we heard say: “O thou, to whom I direct my voice, and who just now wast speaking Lombard, 21 saying: ‘Now go thy way, no more I urge thee:’ although I may have arrived perhaps somewhat late, let it not irk thee to stop to speak with me; 24 behold, it irks not me, and I am burning. If thou art but now fallen into this blind world from that sweet Italian land 27 whence I bring all my sin,
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