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So spake my guide, to whom a shade returnd. Come after us, and thou shalt find the cleft. We may not linger. such resistless will Speeds our unwearied course. Vouchsafe us then Thy pardon, if our duty seem to thee Discourteous rudeness. In Verona I Was abbot of San Zeno, when the hand Of Barbarossa graspd Imperial sway, That name, neer utterd without tears in Milan.