This hundredth year shall yet quintupled be. See if man ought to make him excellent, So that another life the first may leave! And thus thinks not the present multitude Shut in by Adige and Tagliamento, 1381 Nor yet for being scourged is penitent. But soon ’twill be that Padua in the marsh 1382 Will change the water that Vicenza bathes, Because the folk are stubborn against duty; And where the Sile and Cagnano join 1383 One lordeth it, and goes with lofty head, 1384 For catching whom e’en now the net is making. Feltro moreover of her impious pastor Shall weep the crime, which shall so monstrous be 1385 That for the like none ever entered Malta. 1386 Ample exceedingly would be the vat That of the Ferrarese could hold the blood, And weary who should weigh it ounce by ounce,