6 at that one who is still alive and has not been named, I would look to see if I know him, 57 and to make him pitiful of this burden. I was an Italian, and the son of a great Tuscan; Guglielmo Aldobrandesco was my father: 60 I know not if his name was ever with you. The ancient blood and the gallant deeds of my ancestors made me so arrogant 63 that, not thinking on the common mother, I held every man in scorn to such extreme that I died therefor, as the Sienese know, 66 and every child in Campagnatico knows it. I am Omberto: and not only to me harm pride does, for all my kinsfolk 69 has it dragged with it into calamity; and here must I bear this load for it till God be satisfied, 72 since I did it not among the living, here, among the dead.” Listening, I bent down my face; and one of them, not he who was speaking, 75 twisted himself under the weight that hampers him, and saw me, and recognized me, and called out, keeping his eyes with effort fixed 78 on me, who was going along all stooping with them. “Oh,” said I to him, “art thou not Oderisi, the honor of Gubbio, and the honor of that art 81 which in Paris is called illuminating?”
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