Chapter 34

           Hismouthupliftedfromhisgrimrepast,

           Thatsinner,wipingituponthehair

           Ofthesameheadthathebehindhadwasted.

           Thenhebegan:"ThouwiltthatIrenew

           Thedesperategrief,whichwringsmyheartalready

           Tothinkofonly,ereIspeakofit;

           Butifmywordsbeseedthatmaybearfruit

           OfinfamytothetraitorwhomIgnaw,

           Speakingandweepingshaltthouseetogether.

           Iknownotwhothouart,norbywhatmode

           Thouhastcomedownhere;butaFlorentine

           Thouseemesttometruly,whenIhearthee.

           ThouhasttoknowIwasCountUgolino,

           AndthisonewasRuggieritheArchbishop;

           NowIwilltelltheewhyIamsuchaneighbour.

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