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36 And I to him: "The anguish which thou hast

Perhaps doth draw thee out of my remembrance,

So that it seems not I have ever seen thee.

But tell me who thou art, that in so doleful

A place art put, and in such punishment,

If some are greater, none is so displeasing."

And he to me: "Thy city, which is full

Of envy so that now the sack runs over,

Held me within it in the life serene.

You citizens were wont to call me Ciacco;

For the pernicious sin of gluttony

I, as thou seest, am battered by this rain.

And I, sad soul, am not the only one,

For all these suffer the like penalty

For the like sin"; and word no more spake he.

I answered him: "Ciacco, thy wretchedness

Weighs on me so that it to weep invites me;

But tell me, if thou knowest, to what shall come

The citizens of the divided city;

If any there be just; and the occasion

Tell me why so much discord has assailed it."

And he to me: "They, after long contention,

Will come to bloodshed; and the rustic party

Will drive the other out with much offence.