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Rh Then touched he me, and said: "This one is Nessus,

Who perished for the lovely Dejanira,

And for himself, himself did vengeance take.

And he in the midst, who at his breast is gazing,

Is the great Chiron, who brought up Achilles;

That other Pholus is, who was so wrathful.

Thousands and thousands go about the moat

Shooting with shafts whatever soul emerges

Out of the blood, more than his crime allots."

Near we approached unto those monsters fleet;

Chiron an arrow took, and with the notch

Backward upon his jaws he put his beard.

After he had uncovered his great mouth,

He said to his companions: "Are you ware

That he behind moveth whate'er he touches?

Thus are not wont to do the feet of dead men."

And my good Guide, who now was at his breast,

Where the two natures are together joined,

Replied: "Indeed he lives, and thus alone

Me it behoves to show him the dark valley;

Necessity, and not delight, impels us.

Some one withdrew from singing Halleluja,

Who unto me committed this new office;

No thief is he, nor I a thievish spirit.