“Alagna’s priest.” Pope Boniface VIII
Beatrice led me; and, “Behold,” she said,
“This fair assemblage; stoles of snowy white,
How numberless. The city, where we dwell,
Behold how vast; and these our seats so throng’d,
Few now are wanting here. In that proud stall,
On which, the crown, already o’er its state
Suspended, holds thine eyes—or e’er thyself
Mayst at the wedding sup—shall rest the soul
Of the great Harry, 6 he who, by the world 1
Augustus hail’d, to Italy must come,
Before her day be ripe. But ye are sick,
And in your tetchy wantonness as blind,
As is the bantling, that of hunger dies,
And drives away the nurse. Nor may it be, 1
That he, 7 who in the sacred forum sways,
Openly or in secret, shall with him
Accordant walk: whom God will not endure
I’ the holy office long; but thrust him down
To Simon Magus, where Alagna’s priest 8
Will sink beneath him: such will be his meed.”
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