Whither are they bound?
S.
Peter is for Rome, crying: To Rome, to Rome! and S.Paul and S.Gregory march, crying: To Rome! And behind them go the sword, the pestilence, the famine.

S.John cries: Up, up, to Florence! And the plague follows him.

S.Anthony cries: Ho for Lombardy! S.Mark cries: Haste we to the city that is throned upon the waters! And all the angels of heaven, sword in hand, and all the celestial consistory, march on unto this war.' Then he speaks of his own fate: 'What shall be the end of our war, you ask?
If this be a general question, I shall answer Victory! If you ask it of myself in particular, I answer, Death, or to be hewn in pieces.
This is our faith, this is our guerdon, this is our reward! We ask for no more than this.

But when you see me dead, be not then troubled.

All those who have prophesied have suffered and been slain.