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Dante’s noble pagans

“O you who honor art and science both, 
who are these souls whose dignity has kept 
[1]their way of being, separate from the rest?”
And he to me: “The honor of their name, 
[2]which echoes up above within your life, 
gains Heaven’s grace, and that advances them.”
Meanwhile there was a voice that I could hear: 
[3]“Pay honor to the estimable poet; 
his shadow, which had left us, now returns.”
After that voice was done, when there was silence, 
[4]I saw four giant shades approaching us; 
in aspect, they were neither sad nor joyous.
My kindly master then began by saying: 
[5]“Look well at him who holds that sword in hand 
who moves before the other three as lord.
That shade is Homer, the consummate poet; 
[6]the other one is Horace, satirist; 
the third is Ovid, and the last is Lucan.
Because each of these spirits shares with me 
[7]the name called out before by the lone voice, 
they welcome me-and, doing that, do well.”
And so I saw that splendid school assembled 
[8]led by the lord of song incomparable, 
who like an eagle soars above the rest.
Soon after they had talked a while together, 
[9]they turned to me, saluting cordially; 
and having witnessed this, my master smiled;
and even greater honor then was mine, 
[10]for they invited me to join their ranks- 
I was the sixth among such intellects.
So did we move along and toward the light, 
[11]talking of things about which silence here 
is just as seemly as our speech was there.
We reached the base of an exalted castle, 
[12]encircled seven times by towering walls, 
defended all around by a fair stream.
We forded this as if upon hard ground; 
[13]I entered seven portals with these sages; 
we reached a meadow of green flowering plants.
The people here had eyes both grave and slow; 
[14]their features carried great authority; 
they spoke infrequently, with gentle voices.
We drew aside to one part of the meadow, 
[15]an open place both high and filled with light, 
and we could see all those who were assembled.
Facing me there, on the enameled green, 
[16]great-hearted souls were shown to me and I 
still glory in my having witnessed them.
I saw Electra with her many comrades, 
[17]among whom I knew Hector and Aeneas, 
and Caesar, in his armor, falcon-eyed.
I saw Camilla and Penthesilea 
[18]and, on the other side, saw King Latinus, 
who sat beside Lavinia, his daughter.
I saw that Brutus who drove Tarquin out, 
[19]Lucretia, Julia, Marcia, and Cornelia, 
and, solitary, set apart, Saladin.
When I had raised my eyes a little higher, 
[20]I saw the master of the men who know 
seated in philosophic family.
There all look up to him, all do him honor: 
[21]there I beheld both Socrates and Plato, 
closest to him, in front of all the rest;
Democritus, who ascribes the world to chance, 
[22]Diogenes, Empedocles, and Zeno, 
and Thales, Anaxagoras, Heraclitus;
I saw the good collector of medicinals, 
[23]I mean Dioscorides; and I saw Orpheus, 
and Tully, Linus, moral Seneca;
and Euclid the geometer, and Ptolemy, 
[24]Hippocrates and Galen, Avicenna, 
Averroes, of the great Commentary.
I cannot here describe them all in full; 
[25]my ample theme impels me onward so: 
what’s told is often less than the event.