Would find the next by following on this track.”
Like to men suddenly amazed, the twain,
He and Sordello, hearing this, drew back.
One looked at Virgil, one into the face
Of a companion sitting there, and cried,
“Up, Conrad! see what God hath of his grace
Bestowed,” then turning unto me replied:
NINO VISCONTI.
“By that especial reverence, I beseech,
Which thou ow’st him whose primal way is hid
So that none sound it, if soe’er thou reach
The shore beyond the vasty waters, bid
My child Giovanna for my peace implore
There where the cry of innocents heaven heeds.
Her mother I am sure loves me no more
Since she put off her widow’s paly weeds,
But in her misery fain would wear this day.