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102 Thus farther still upon the outermost

Head of that seventh circle all alone

I went, where sat the melancholy folk.

Out of their eyes was gushing forth their woe;

This way, that way, they helped them with their hands

Now from the flames and now from the hot soil.

Not otherwise in summer do the dogs,

Now with the foot, now with the muzzle, when

By fleas, or flies, or gadflies, they are bitten.

When I had turned mine eyes upon the faces

Of some, on whom the dolorous fire is falling,

Not one of them I knew; but I perceived

That from the neck of each there hung a pouch,

Which certain color had, and certain blazon;

And thereupon it seems their eyes are feeding.

And as I gazing round me come among them,

Upon a yellow pouch I azure saw

That had the face and posture of a lion.

Proceeding then the current of my sight,

Another of them saw I, red as blood,

Display a goose more white than butter is.

And one, who with an azure sow and gravid

Emblazoned had his little pouch of white,

Said unto me: "What dost thou in this moat?