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60 Up starting suddenly, he cried out: "How

Saidst thou,—he had? Is he not still alive?

Does not the sweet light strike upon his eyes?"

When he became aware of some delay,

Which I before my answer made, supine

He fell again, and forth appeared no more.

But the other, magnanimous, at whose desire

I had remained, did not his aspect change,

Neither his neck he moved, nor bent his side.

"And if," continuing his first discourse,

"They have that art," he said, "not learned aright,

That more tormenteth me, than doth this bed.

But fifty times shall not rekindled be

The countenance of the Lady who reigns here,

Ere thou shalt know how heavy is that art;

And as thou wouldst to the sweet world return,

Say why that people is so pitiless

Against my race in each one of its laws?"

Whence I to him: "The slaughter and great carnage

Which have with crimson stained the Arbia, cause

Such orisons in our temple to be made."

After his head he with a sigh had shaken,

"There I was not alone," he said, "nor surely

Without a cause had with the others moved.