The many people and the divers wounds these eyes of mine had so inebriated, That they were wishful to stand still and weep;

But said Virgilius: "What dost thou still gaze at? Why is thy sight still riveted down there among the mournful, mutilated shades? Thou hast not done so at the other Bolge; Consider, if to count them thou believest, That two-and-twenty miles the valley winds, And now the moon is underneath our feet; Henceforth the time allotted us is brief, And more is to be seen than what thou seest."

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