Purgatorio: CantoXII
DidstthouappeartherelifelessinGilboa,
Thatfeltthereafterneitherrainnordew!
OmadArachne! soItheebeheld
E'enthenhalfspider, sadupontheshreds
Offabricwroughtinevilhourforthee!
ORehoboam! nomoreseemstothreaten
Thineimagethere; butfullofconsternation
Achariotbearsitoff, whennonepursues!
Displayedmoreo'ertheadamantinepavement
HowuntohisownmothermadeAlcmaeon
Costlyappearthelucklessornament;
Displayedhowhisownsonsdidthrowthemselves
UponSennacheribwithinthetemple,
Andhow, hebeingdead, theylefthimthere;
Displayedtheruinandthecruelcarnage
ThatTomyriswrought, whenshetoCyrussaid,
"Blooddidstthouthirstfor, andwithbloodIglutthee!"
DisplayedhowroutedfledtheAssyrians
AfterthatHoloferneshadbeenslain,
Andlikewisetheremainderofthatslaughter.
IsawthereTroyinashesandincaverns;
OIlion! thee, howabjectanddebased,
Displayedtheimagethatistherediscerned!
Arachne
Whoe'erofpencilmasterwasorstile,
Thatcouldportraytheshadesandtraitswhichthere
Wouldcauseeachsubtilegeniustoadmire?
Deadseemedthedead, thelivingseemedalive;
BetterthanIsawnotwhosawthetruth,
AllthatItroduponwhilebowedIwent.
Nowwaxyeproud, andonwithlooksuplifted,
YesonsofEve, andbownotdownyourfaces
Sothatyemaybeholdyourevilways!
Moreofthemountbyuswasnowencompassed,
Andfarmorespentthecircuitofthesun,
Thanhadthemindpreoccupiedimagined,
Whenhe, whoeverwatchfulinadvance
Wasgoingon, began: "Liftupthyhead,
'Tisnomoretimetogothusmeditating.
LothereanAngelwhoismakinghaste

