Feeble women throw him down: Margaret crushes his head with her feet, and Juliana beats him with her chain.

From all this a serenity disengages itself, a disdain of evil, since it is powerless, and a certainty of good, since virtue triumphs.

It is only necessary to cross one's self, and the Devil can do no harm, but yells and disappears, while the infernal regions tremble.
Then, in this combat of legions of saints against Satan are developed the fearful sufferings from persecutions.

The executioners expose to the flies the martyrs whose bodies are covered with honey; they make them walk with bare feet over broken glass or red-hot coals, put them in ditches with reptiles; chastise them with whips, whose thongs are weighted with leaden balls; nail them when alive in coffins, which they throw into the sea; hang them by their hair, and then set fire to them; moisten their wounds with quicklime, boiling pitch, or molten lead; make them sit on red-hot iron stools; burn their sides with torches; break their bones on wheels, and torture them in every conceivable way.

And, with all this, physical pain counts for nothing; indeed, it seems to be desired.