Canto 6 of the Divine Comedy, written by Dante Alighieri in the early 14th century, is the sixth part of the poet's journey through Hell. In this canto, Dante and his guide, the ancient Roman poet Virgil, encounter the punished souls of the Gluttons, who are forced to lie in a slush of cold, foul-smelling water.
The Gluttons are depicted as being consumed by their own vices, with their bodies swollen and disfigured from their excesses. They are also shown to be completely consumed by their own desires, with no ability or desire to do anything else.
As Dante and Virgil make their way through the circle of Gluttons, they encounter a number of famous historical figures, including the Roman emperor Nero and the Biblical figure of the prodigal son. Each of these figures serves as a cautionary tale, illustrating the dangers of overindulgence and the consequences of giving in to one's base desires.
One of the most memorable moments of Canto 6 is when Dante and Virgil come across the soul of Ciacco, a gluttonous Florentine who was known for his love of food and drink. Ciacco speaks to Dante of the impending political strife in Florence, foretelling the conflicts and divisions that would plague the city in the coming years.
Overall, Canto 6 of the Divine Comedy serves as a warning against the dangers of overindulgence and the importance of self-control. It also serves as a commentary on the political and social issues of the time, highlighting the consequences of allowing one's passions and desires to consume them.
Dante's Inferno Full Text
Bothan, son of mine, Save Gawain, ne'er could pen a line: So swore I, and I swear it still, Let my boy-bishop fret his fill. Ciacco, a contemporary of Dante, approaches the pair of travellers and makes a political prophecy about Florence. To all, to each, a fair good night, And pleasing dreams, and slumbers light! Oh, look, my son, upon yon sign Of the Redeemer's grace divine! The Blacks subsequently returned to power and exiled hundreds of Whites, including Dante, who never forgave the people of Florence for his banishment from his beloved city. Till all, fatigued, the conflict yield, And mighty Love retains the field. There was imploring with his hands outstretched Frederick Novello, and that one of Pisa Who made the good Marzucco seem so strong.
This passage refers to the intervention of a French prince, Charles of Valois. Thou wast fram'd Or ere my frame was broken. In Dante's actual life, the banishment of the Whites that Ciacco predicts, which actually happened in 1301, was the beginning of his own exile, since he was a White. Howl the rain maketh them like unto dogs; One side they make a shelter for the other; Oft turn themselves the wretched reprobates. She stooped her by the runnel's side, But in abhorrence backward drew; For, oozing from the mountain's side, Where raged the war, a dark-red tide Was curdling in the streamlet blue.
However, due to the support of Pope Boniface VIII, the Black Guelphs were able to retake the city. Hence weepeth still Sad Cleopatra, who, pursued by it, Took from the adder black and sudden death. Thence dragged—but how I cannot know, For, sense and recollection fled, I found me on a pallet low, Within my ancient beadsman's shed. At length the freshening western blast Aside the shroud of battle cast; And, first, the ridge of mingled spears Above the brightening cloud appears; And in the smoke the pennons flew, As in the storm the white sea-mew. Ciacco describes a bloody fight between the two factions that occurred on May 1, 1300, and which resulted in the Whites gaining power, though only for a few years. Ere yet the bands met Marmion's eye, Fitz-Eustace shouted loud and high, "Hark! And is there not an humble glen, Where we, content and poor, Might build a cottage in the shade, A shepherd thou, and I to aid Thy task on dale and moor? Ah you—who if you understood what God ordained, would then attend to things devout and in the saddle surely would allow Caesar to sit—see how this beast turns fierce because there are no spurs that would correct it, since you have laid your hands upon the bit! For the sin Of glutt'ny, damned vice, beneath this rain, E'en as thou see'st, I with fatigue am worn; Nor I sole spirit in this woe: all these Have by like crime incurr'd like punishment. The poets make their way across the swamp, walking occasionally on the shades, which seem to have no corporeal bodies.
Linger ye here, ye hearts of hare? Rather for the first time, but not the last, the focus is on what is about to happen in Florence. What safety Santafiore can supply. Search, wretched one, all round about the shores Thy seaboard, and then look within thy bosom, If any part of thee enjoyeth peace! So are the' Italian cities all o'erthrong'd With tyrants, and a great Marcellus made Of every petty factious villager. The two speak, and Dante feels sorry for Ciacco's fate. Virgil tells Dante that when the final judgment comes, these souls will be reunited with their earthly bodies. His way of serving was to create a supreme poem to call his fellow Italians back to the true way of gaining happiness, the way he had had to go through Hell to find. Dante does not recognize the soul, who identifies himself as Ciacco, a citizen of Florence where Dante is from.
Virgil points out that each soul will regain its flesh at the Last Judgment. As Virgil and Dante continue the climb, they meet another familiar soul, this one silent and haughty. For I am press'd with keen desire to hear, If heaven's sweet cup or poisonous drug of hell Be to their lip assign'd. And, first, I tell thee, haughty peer, He who does England's message here, Although the meanest in her state, May well, proud Angus, be thy mate: And, Douglas, more I tell thee here, Even in thy pitch of pride, Here in thy hold, thy vassals near - Nay, never look upon your lord, And lay your hands upon your sword - I tell thee, thou'rt defied! At length, to calmer reason brought, Much by his kind attendance wrought, With him I left my native strand, And, in a palmer's weeds arrayed. Much was there need; though, seamed with scars, Two veterans of the Douglas' wars, Though two grey priests were there, And each a blazing torch held high, You could not by their blaze descry The chapel's carving fair.
Immediately after the embrace of Sordello and Virgilio, something quite remarkable occurs, which has never occurred before for such a long stretch in the poem. Dante Meets Ciacco One of these spirits claims to recognize Dante although Dante cannot quite make out who he is because he no longer resembles his living self. Finally, because they failed to restrain the internal tempests of their emotions, external tempests now bludgeon their bodies. Dante and Virgilio proceed, and see a soul sitting solitary and with great dignity. There was the Aretine, who from the arms Untamed of Ghin di Tacco had his death, And he who fleeing from pursuit was drowned. That morn, to many a trumpet clang, Twisel! His mouths he opened, and displayed his tusks; Not a limb had he that was motionless. Next morn the baron climbed the tower, To view afar the Scottish power, Encamped on Flodden edge: The white pavilions made a show, Like remnants of the winter snow, Along the dusky ridge.
By this, though deep the evening fell, Still rose the battle's deadly swell, For still the Scots, around their king, Unbroken, fought in desperate ring. The Border slogan rent the sky! Last of my race, on battle-plain That shout shall ne'er be heard again! Instead of sitting in his or her comfortable house relishing all the sensual aspects of good food and good wine and good surroundings, he or she lies in the foul rain. When from their game of dice men separate, He, who hath lost, remains in sadness fix'd, Revolving in his mind, what luckless throws He cast: but meanwhile all the company Go with the other; one before him runs, And one behind his mantle twitches, one Fast by his side bids him remember him. Though ne'er to true perfection may arrive This race accurs'd, yet nearer then than now They shall approach it. No thought was there of dastard flight; Linked in the serried phalanx tight, Groom fought like noble, squire like knight, As fearlessly and well; Till utter darkness closed her wing O'er their thin host and wounded king.
Though ne'er to true perfection may arrive This race accurs'd, yet nearer then than now They shall approach it. Canto 6, lines 49-52 Politics in Florence Once Dante knows who he's talking to, he questions Ciacco about the future of Florence and about the fate of others they both have known. View not that corpse mistrustfully, Defaced and mangled though it be; Nor to yon Border castle high, Look northward with upbraiding eye; Nor cherish hope in vain, That, journeying far on foreign strand, The royal pilgrim to his land May yet return again. No Lady thou of Provinces, but brothel! Virgil and Dante descend to the next circle of hell. Ere thou art up there, thou shalt see return Him, who now hides himself behind the hill, So that thou dost not interrupt his rays. We can assume that Dante includes this type of simile in part because Virgil's Aeneid has many of them, and he enjoys making literary nods to his fellow poet and guide.
I heard the sheriff Sholto say, The earl did much the master pray To use him on the battle-day; But he preferred"—"Nay, Henry, cease Thou sworn horse-courser, hold thy peace. The White Guelphs were then forced into exile, including Dante, who would never return. And I, sad soul, am not the only one, For all these suffer the like penalty For the like sin;" and word no more spake he. The two parties that had earlier torn apart Florence with their battles earlier were the Guelphs and the Ghibellines; the Guelphs had triumphed decisively in 1267, and Dante's family was Guelph. The punishment of the Gluttonous, whose sins also involved an obsession with bodily pleasure, is similarly appropriate.
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What 'vails the vain knight-errant's brand? A garland for the hero's crest, And twined by her he loves the best. On to the Spirits Once past Cerberus, Virgil and Dante are able to take a closer look at the souls who suffer in the third circle. Above some half-worn letters say, "Drink. Again, the unshriven refer to people who died without a final confession of sin. Why sits that champion of the dames Inactive on his steed, And sees, between him and his land, Between him and Tweed's southern strand, His host Lord Surrey lead? You will not reach the peak before you see the sun returning: now he hides behind the hills—you cannot interrupt his light. Glossary Cerberus Greek and Roman Mythology.
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