The Holy War
John Bunyan

Part 4 out of 5

bonny and blithe, and so make you more fit for us, feasting

Unto whom the good old gentleman discreetly replied, 'Sir, I thank
you for all things courteous and civil; but for your cordial I have
no list thereto. But a word to the natives of Mansoul: You, the
elders and chief of Mansoul, to me it is strange to see you so
jocund and merry, when the town of Mansoul is in such woeful case.'

Then said Mr. Carnal-Security, 'You want sleep, good air, I doubt.
If you please, lie down, and take a nap, and we meanwhile will be

Then said the good man as follows: 'Sir, if you were not destitute
of an honest heart, you could not do as you have done and do.'

Then said Mr. Carnal-Security, 'Why?'

Godly. Nay, pray interrupt me not. It is true the town of Mansoul
was strong, and, with a proviso, impregnable; but you, the
townsmen, have weakened it, and it now lies obnoxious to its foes.
Nor is it a time to flatter, or be silent; it is you, Mr. Carnal-
Security, that have wilily stripped Mansoul, and driven her glory
from her; you have pulled down her towers, you have broken down her
gates, you have spoiled her locks and bars.

And now, to explain myself: from that time that my lords of
Mansoul, and you, sir, grew so great, from that time the Strength
of Mansoul has been offended, and now he is arisen and is gone. If
any shall question the truth of my words, I will answer him by
this, and suchlike questions. 'Where is the Prince Emmanuel? When
did a man or woman in Mansoul see him? When did you hear from him,
or taste any of his dainty bits?' You are now a feasting with this
Diabolonian monster, but he is not your Prince. I say, therefore,
though enemies from without, had you taken heed, could not have
made a prey of you, yet since you have sinned against your Prince,
your enemies within have been too hard for you.

Then said Mr. Carnal-Security, 'Fie! fie! Mr. Godly-Fear, fie!--
will you never shake off your timorousness? Are you afraid of
being sparrow-blasted? Who hath hurt you? Behold, I am on your
side; only you are for doubting, and I am for being confident.
Besides, is this a time to be sad in? A feast is made for mirth;
why, then, do you now, to your shame, and our trouble, break out
into such passionate melancholy language, when you should eat and
drink, and be merry?'

Then said Mr. Godly-Fear again, 'I may well be sad, for Emmanuel is
gone from Mansoul. I say again, he is gone, and you, sir, are the
man that has driven him away; yea, he is gone without so much as
acquainting the nobles of Mansoul with his going; and if that is
not a sign of his anger, I am not acquainted with the methods of

'And now, my lords and gentlemen, for my speech is still to you,
your gradual declining from him did provoke him gradually to depart
from you, the which he did for some time, if perhaps you would have
been made sensible thereby, and have been renewed by humbling
yourselves; but when he saw that none would regard, nor lay these
fearful beginnings of his anger and judgment to heart, he went away
from this place; and this I saw with mine eye. Wherefore now,
while you boast, your strength is gone; you are like the man that
had lost his locks that before did wave about his shoulders. You
may, with this lord of your feast, shake yourselves, and conclude
to do as at other times; but since without him you can do nothing,
and he is departed from you, turn your feast into a sigh, and your
mirth into lamentation.'

Then the subordinate preacher, old Mr. Conscience by name, he that
of old was Recorder of Mansoul, being startled at what was said,
began to second it thus:-

'Indeed, my brethren,' quoth he, 'I fear that Mr. Godly-Fear tells
us true: I, for my part, have not seen my Prince a long season. I
cannot remember the day, for my part; nor can I answer Mr. Godly-
Fear's question. I doubt, I am afraid that all is nought with

Godly. Nay, I know that you shall not find him in Mansoul, for he
is departed and gone; yea, and gone for the faults of the elders,
and for that they rewarded his grace with unsufferable unkindness.

Then did the subordinate preacher look as if he would fall down
dead at the table; also all there present, except the man of the
house, began to look pale and wan. But having a little recovered
themselves, and jointly agreeing to believe Mr. Godly-Fear and his
sayings, they began to consult what was best to be done, (now Mr.
Carnal-Security was gone into his withdrawing-room, for he liked
not such dumpish doings,) both to the man of the house for drawing
them into evil, and also to recover Emmanuel's love.

And, with that, that saying of their Prince came very hot into
their minds, which he had bidden them do to such as were false
prophets that should arise to delude the town of Mansoul. So they
took Mr. Carnal-Security (concluding that he must be he) and burned
his house upon him with fire; for he also was a Diabolonian by

So when this was passed and over, they bespeed themselves to look
for Emmanuel their Prince; and they sought him, but they found him
not. Then were they more confirmed in the truth of Mr. Godly-
Fear's sayings, and began also severely to reflect upon themselves
for their so vile and ungodly doings; for they concluded now that
it was through them that their Prince had left them.

Then they agreed and went to my Lord Secretary, (him whom before
they refused to hear--him whom they had grieved with their doings,)
to know of him, for he was a seer, and could tell where Emmanuel
was, and how they might direct a petition to him. But the Lord
Secretary would not admit them to a conference about this matter,
nor would admit them to his royal place of abode, nor come out to
them to show them his face or intelligence.

And now was it a day gloomy and dark, a day of clouds and of thick
darkness with Mansoul. Now they saw that they had been foolish,
and began to perceive what the company and prattle of Mr. Carnal-
Security had done, and what desperate damage his swaggering words
had brought poor Mansoul into. But what further it was likely to
cost them they were ignorant of. Now Mr. Godly-Fear began again to
be in repute with the men of the town; yea, they were ready to look
upon him as a prophet.

Well, when the Sabbath day was come, they went to hear their
subordinate preacher; but oh, how he did thunder and lighten this
day! His text was that in the prophet Jonah: 'They that observe
lying vanities forsake their own mercy.' But there was then such
power and authority in that sermon, and such a dejection seen in
the countenances of the people that day, that the like hath seldom
been heard or seen. The people, when sermon was done, were scarce
able to go to their homes, or to betake themselves to their employs
the week after; they were so sermon-smitten, and also so sermon-
sick by being smitten, that they knew not what to do.

He did not only show to Mansoul their sin, but did tremble before
them, under the sense of his own, still crying out of himself, as
he preached to them, 'Unhappy man that I am! that I should do so
wicked a thing! That I, a preacher! whom the Prince did set up to
teach to Mansoul his law, should myself live senseless and
sottishly here, and be one of the first found in transgression!
This transgression also fell within my precincts; I should have
cried out against the wickedness; but I let Mansoul lie wallowing
in it, until it had driven Emmanuel from its borders!' With these
things he also charged all the lords and gentry of Mansoul, to the
almost distracting of them.

About this time, also, there was a great sickness in the town of
Mansoul, and most of the inhabitants were greatly afflicted. Yea,
the captains also, and men of war, were brought thereby to a
languishing condition, and that for a long time together; so that
in case of an invasion, nothing could to purpose now have been
done, either by the townsmen or field officers. Oh, how many pale
faces, weak hands, feeble knees, and staggering men were now seen
to walk the streets of Mansoul! Here were groans, there pants, and
yonder lay those that were ready to faint.

The garments, too, which Emmanuel had given them were but in a
sorry case; some were rent, some were torn, and all in a nasty
condition; some also did hang so loosely upon them, that the next
bush they came at was ready to pluck them off.

After some time spent in this sad and desolate condition, the
subordinate preacher called for a day of fasting, and to humble
themselves for being so wicked against the great Shaddai and his
Son. And he desired that Captain Boanerges would preach. So he
consented to do it; and the day being come, and his text was this,
'Cut it down, why cumbereth it the ground?' And a very smart
sermon he made upon the place. First, he showed what was the
occasion of the words, namely, because the fig-tree was barren;
then he showed what was contained in the sentence, namely,
repentance, or utter desolation. He then showed, also, by whose
authority this sentence was pronounced, and that was by Shaddai
himself. And, lastly, he showed the reasons of the point, and then
concluded his sermon. But he was very pertinent in the
application, insomuch that he made poor Mansoul tremble. For this
sermon, as well as the former, wrought much upon the hearts of the
men of Mansoul; yea, it greatly helped to keep awake those that
were roused by the preaching that went before. So that now
throughout the whole town, there was little or nothing to be heard
or seen but sorrow, and mourning, and woe.

Now, after sermon, they got together and consulted what was best to
be done. 'But,' said the subordinate preacher, 'I will do nothing
of mine own head, without advising with my neighbour Mr. Godly-
Fear. For if he had aforehand understood more of the mind of our
Prince than we, I do not know but he also may have it now, even now
we are turning again to virtue.'

So they called and sent for Mr. Godly-Fear, and he forthwith
appeared. Then they desired that he would further show his opinion
about what they had best to do. Then said the old gentleman as
followeth: 'It is my opinion that this town of Mansoul should, in
this day of her distress, draw up and send an humble petition to
their offended Prince Emmanuel, that he, in his favour and grace,
will turn again unto you, and not keep anger for ever.'

When the townsmen had heard this speech, they did, with one
consent, agree to his advice; so they did presently draw up their
request, and the next was, But who shall carry it? At last they
did all agree to send it by my Lord Mayor. So he accepted of the
service, and addressed himself to his journey; and went and came to
the court of Shaddai, whither Emmanuel the Prince of Mansoul was
gone. But the gate was shut, and a strict watch kept thereat; so
that the petitioner was forced to stand without for a great while
together. Then he desired that some would go into the Prince and
tell him who stood at the gate, and what his business was. So one
went and told to Shaddai, and to Emmanuel his Son, that the Lord
Mayor of the town of Mansoul stood without at the gate of the
King's court, desiring to be admitted into the presence of the
Prince, the King's Son. He also told what was the Lord Mayor's
errand, both to the King and his Son Emmanuel. But the Prince
would not come down, nor admit that the gate should be opened to
him, but sent him an answer to this effect: 'They have turned
their back unto me, and not their face; but now in the time of
their trouble they say to me, Arise, and save us. But can they not
now go to Mr. Carnal-Security, to whom they went when they turned
from me, and make him their leader, their lord, and their
protection now in their trouble; why now in their trouble do they
visit me, since in their prosperity they went astray?'

The answer made my Lord Mayor look black in the face; it troubled,
it perplexed, it rent him sore. And now he began again to see what
it was to be familiar with Diabolonians, such as Mr. Carnal-
Security was. When he saw that at court, as yet, there was little
help to be expected, either for himself or friends in Mansoul, he
smote upon his breast, and returned weeping, and all the way
bewailing the lamentable state of Mansoul.

Well, when he was come within sight of the town, the elders and
chief of the people of Mansoul went out at the gate to meet him,
and to salute him, and to know how he sped at court. But he told
them his tale in so doleful a manner, that they all cried out, and
mourned, and wept. Wherefore they threw ashes and dust upon their
heads, and put sackcloth upon their loins, and went crying out
through the town of Mansoul; the which, when the rest of the
townsfolk saw, they all mourned and wept. This, therefore, was a
day of rebuke and trouble, and of anguish to the town of Mansoul,
and also of great distress.

After some time, when they had somewhat refrained themselves, they
came together to consult again what by them was yet to be done; and
they asked advice, as they did before, of that reverend Mr. Godly-
Fear, who told them that there was no way better than to do as they
had done, nor would he that they should be discouraged at all with
that they had met with at court; yea, though several of their
petitions should be answered with nought but silence or rebuke:
'For,' said he, 'it is the way of the wise Shaddai to make men wait
and to exercise patience, and it should be the way of them in want,
to be willing to stay his leisure.

Then they took courage, and sent again and again, and again, and
again; for there was not now one day, nor an hour that went over
Mansoul's head, wherein a man might not have met upon the road one
or other riding post, sounding the horn from Mansoul to the court
of the King Shaddai; and all with letters petitionary in behalf of,
and for the Prince's return to Mansoul. The road, I say, was now
full of messengers, going and returning, and meeting one another;
some from the court, and some from Mansoul; and this was the work
of the miserable town of Mansoul, all that long, that sharp, that
cold and tedious winter.

Now if you have not forgot, you may yet remember that I told you
before, that after Emmanuel had taken Mansoul, yea, and after that
he had new modelled the town, there remained in several lurking
places of the corporation many of the old Diabolonians, that either
came with the tyrant when he invaded and took the town, or that had
there, by reason of unlawful mixtures, their birth and breeding,
and bringing up. And their holes, dens, and lurking places were
in, under, or about the wall of the town. Some of their names are
the Lord Fornication, the Lord Adultery, the Lord Murder, the Lord
Anger, the Lord Lasciviousness, the Lord Deceit, the Lord Evil-eye,
the Lord Blasphemy, and that horrible villain, the old and
dangerous Lord Covetousness. These, as I told you, with many more,
had yet their abode in the town of Mansoul, and that after that
Emmanuel had driven their prince Diabolus out of the castle.

Against these the good Prince did grant a commission to the Lord
Willbewill and others, yea, to the whole town of Mansoul, to seek,
take, secure, and destroy any or all that they could lay hands of,
for that they were Diabolonians by nature, enemies to the Prince,
and those that sought to ruin the blessed town of Mansoul. But the
town of Mansoul did not pursue this warrant, but neglected to look
after, to apprehend, to secure, and to destroy these Diabolonians.
Wherefore what do these villains but by degrees take courage to put
forth their heads, and to show themselves to the inhabitants of the
town. Yea, and as I was told, some of the men of Mansoul grew too
familiar with some of them, to the sorrow of the corporation, as
you yet will hear more of in time and place.

Well, when the Diabolonian lords that were left perceived that
Mansoul had, through sinning, offended Emmanuel their Prince, and
that he had withdrawn himself and was gone, what do they but plot
the ruin of the town of Mansoul. So upon a time they met together
at the hold of one Mr. Mischief, who was also a Diabolonian, and
there consulted how they might deliver up Mansoul into the hands of
Diabolus again. Now some advised one way, and some another, every
man according to his own liking. At last my Lord Lasciviousness
propounded, whether it might not be best, in the first place, for
some of those that were Diabolonians in Mansoul, to adventure to
offer themselves for servants to some of the natives of the town;
'for,' said he, 'if they so do, and Mansoul shall accept of them,
they may for us, and for Diabolus our Lord, make the taking of the
town of Mansoul more easy than otherwise it will be.' But then
stood up the Lord Murder, and said, 'This may not be done at this
time; for Mansoul is now in a kind of a rage, because by our
friend, Mr. Carnal-Security, she hath been once ensnared already,
and made to offend against her Prince; and how shall she reconcile
herself unto her lord again, but by the heads of these men?
Besides, we know that they have in commission to take and slay us
wherever they shall find us; let us, therefore, be wise as foxes:
when we are dead, we can do them no hurt; but while we live, we
may.' Thus, when they had tossed the matter to and fro, they
jointly agreed that a letter should forthwith be sent away to
Diabolus in their name, by which the state of the town of Mansoul
should be showed him, and how much it is under the frowns of their
Prince. 'We may also,' said some, 'let him know our intentions,
and ask of him his advice in the case.'

So a letter was presently framed, the contents of which were

'To our great lord, the Prince Diabolus, dwelling below in the
infernal cave:

'O great father, and mighty Prince Diabolus, we, the true
Diabolonians yet remaining in the rebellious town of Mansoul,
having received our beings from thee, and our nourishment at thy
hands, cannot with content and quiet endure to behold, as we do
this day, how thou art dispraised, disgraced, and reproached among
the inhabitants of this town; nor is thy long absence at all
delightful to us, because greatly to our detriment.

'The reason of this our writing unto our lord, is for that we are
not altogether without hope that this town may become thy
habitation again; for it is greatly declined from its Prince
Emmanuel; and he is uprisen, and is departed from them: yea, and
though they send, and send, and send, and send after him to return
to them, yet can they not prevail, nor get good words from him.

'There has been also of late, and is yet remaining, a very great
sickness and fainting among them; and that not only upon the poorer
sort of the town, but upon the lords, captains, and chief gentry of
the place, (we only who are of the Diabolonians by nature remain
well, lively, and strong,) so that through their great
transgression on the one hand, and their dangerous sickness on the
other, we judge they lie open to thy hand and power. If,
therefore, it shall stand with thy horrible cunning, and with the
cunning of the rest of the princes with thee, to come and make an
attempt to take Mansoul again, send us word, and we shall to our
utmost power be ready to deliver it into thy hand. Or if what we
have said shall not by thy fatherhood be thought best and most meet
to be done, send us thy mind in a few words, and we are all ready
to follow thy counsel to the hazarding of our lives, and what else
we have.

'Given under our hands the day and date above-written, after a
close consultation at the house of Mr. Mischief, who yet is alive
and hath his place in our desirable town of Mansoul.'

When Mr. Profane (for he was the carrier) was come with his letter
to Hell-Gate Hill, he knocked at the brazen gates for entrance.
Then did Cerberus, the porter, for he is the keeper of that gate,
open to Mr. Profane, to whom he delivered his letter, which he had
brought from the Diabolonians in Mansoul. So he carried it in, and
presented it to Diabolus his lord, and said, 'Tidings, my lord,
from Mansoul, from our trusty friends in Mansoul.'

Then came together from all places of the den Beelzebub, Lucifer,
Apollyon, with the rest of the rabblement there, to hear what news
from Mansoul. So the letter was broken up and read, and Cerberus
he stood by. When the letter was openly read, and the contents
thereof spread into all the corners of the den, command was given
that, without let or stop, dead-man's bell should be rung for joy.
So the bell was rung, and the princes rejoiced that Mansoul was
likely to come to ruin. Now, the clapper of the bell went, 'The
town of Mansoul is coming to dwell with us: make room for the town
of Mansoul.' This bell therefore they did ring, because they did
hope that they should have Mansoul again.

Now, when they had performed this their horrible ceremony, they got
together again to consult what answer to send to their friends in
Mansoul; and some advised one thing, and some another: but at
length, because the business required haste, they left the whole
business to the prince Diabolus, judging him the most proper lord
of the place. So he drew up a letter as he thought fit, in answer
to what Mr. Profane had brought, and sent it to the Diabolonians
that did dwell in Mansoul, by the same hand that had brought theirs
to him; and these were the contents thereof:-

'To our offspring, the high and mighty Diabolonians that yet dwell
in the town of Mansoul, Diabolus, the great prince of Mansoul,
wisheth a prosperous issue and conclusion of those many brave
enterprises, conspiracies, and designs, that you, of your love and
respect to our honour, have in your hearts to attempt to do against
Mansoul. Beloved children and disciples, my Lord Fornication,
Adultery, and the rest, we have here, in our desolate den,
received, to our highest joy and content, your welcome letter, by
the hand of our trusty Mr. Profane; and to show how acceptable your
tidings were, we rang out our bell for gladness; for we rejoiced as
much as we could, when we perceived that yet we had friends in
Mansoul, and such as sought our honour and revenge in the ruin of
the town of Mansoul. We also rejoiced to hear that they are in a
degenerated condition, and that they have offended their Prince,
and that he is gone. Their sickness also pleaseth us, as does also
your health, might, and strength. Glad also would we be, right
horribly beloved, could we get this town into our clutches again.
Nor will we be sparing of spending our wit, our cunning, our craft,
and hellish inventions to bring to a wished conclusion this your
brave beginning in order thereto.

'And take this for your comfort, (our birth, and our offspring,)
that shall we again surprise it and take it, we will attempt to put
all your foes to the sword, and will make you the great lords and
captains of the place. Nor need you fear, if ever we get it again,
that we after that shall be cast out any more; for we will come
with more strength, and so lay far more fast hold than at the first
we did. Besides, it is the law of that Prince that now they own,
that if we get them a second time, they shall be ours for ever.

'Do you, therefore, our trusty Diabolonians, yet more pry into, and
endeavour to spy out the weakness of the town of Mansoul. We also
would that you yourselves do attempt to weaken them more and more.
Send us word also by what means you think we had best to attempt
the regaining thereof: namely, whether by persuasion to a vain and
loose life; or, whether by tempting them to doubt and despair; or,
whether by blowing up of the town by the gunpowder of pride, and
self-conceit. Do you also, O ye brave Diabolonians, and true sons
of the pit, be always in a readiness to make a most hideous assault
within, when we shall be ready to storm it without. Now speed you
in your project, and we in our desires, to the utmost power of our
gates, which is the wish of your great Diabolus, Mansoul's enemy,
and him that trembles when he thinks of judgment to come. All the
blessings of the pit be upon you, and so we close up our letter.

'Given at the pit's mouth, by the joint consent of all the princes
of darkness, to be sent, to the force and power that we have yet
remaining in Mansoul, by the hand of Mr. Profane, by me, Diabolus.'

This letter, as was said, was sent to Mansoul, to the Diabolonians
that yet remained there, and that yet inhabited the wall, from the
dark dungeon of Diabolus, by the hand of Mr. Profane, by whom they
also in Mansoul sent theirs to the pit. Now, when this Mr. Profane
had made his return, and was come to Mansoul again, he went and
came as he was wont to the house of Mr. Mischief, for there was the
conclave, and the place where the contrivers were met. Now, when
they saw that their messenger was returned safe and sound, they
were greatly gladded thereat. Then he presented them with his
letter which he had brought from Diabolus for them; the which, when
they had read and considered, did much augment their gladness.
They asked him after the welfare of their friends, as how their
Lord Diabolus, Lucifer, and Beelzebub did, with the rest of those
of the den. To which this Profane made answer, 'Well, well, my
lords; they are well, even as well as can be in their place. They
also,' said he, 'did ring for joy at the reading of your letter, as
you well perceived by this when you read it.'

Now, as was said, when they had read their letter, and perceived
that it encouraged them in their work, they fell to their way of
contriving again, namely, how they might complete their Diabolonian
design upon Mansoul. And the first thing that they agreed upon was
to keep all things from Mansoul as close as they could. 'Let it
not be known, let not Mansoul be acquainted with what we design
against it.' The next thing was, how, or by what means, they
should try to bring to pass the ruin and overthrow of Mansoul; and
one said after this manner, and another said after that. Then
stood up Mr. Deceit, and said, 'My right Diabolonian friends, our
lords, and the high ones of the deep dungeon, do propound unto us
these three ways.

'1. Whether we had best to seek its ruin by making Mansoul loose
and vain.

'2. Or whether by driving them to doubt and despair.

'3. Or whether by endeavouring to blow them up by the gunpowder of
pride and self-conceit.

'Now, I think, if we shall tempt them to pride, that may do
something; and if we tempt them to wantonness, that may help. But,
in my mind, if we could drive them into desperation, that would
knock the nail on the head; for then we should have them, in the
first place, question the truth of the love of the heart of their
Prince towards them, and that will disgust him much. This, if it
works well, will make them leave off quickly their way of sending
petitions to him; then farewell earnest solicitations for help and
supply; for then this conclusion lies naturally before them, "As
good do nothing, as do to no purpose."' So to Mr. Deceit they
unanimously did consent.

Then the next question was, But how shall we do to bring this our
project to pass? and it was answered by the same gentleman--that
this might be the best way to do it: 'Even let,' quoth he, 'so
many of our friends as are willing to venture themselves for the
promoting of their prince's cause, disguise themselves with
apparel, change their names, and go into the market like far
country-men, and proffer to let themselves for servants to the
famous town of Mansoul, and let them pretend to do for their
masters as beneficially as may be; for by so doing they may, if
Mansoul shall hire them, in little time so corrupt and defile the
corporation, that her now Prince shall be not only further offended
with them, but in conclusion shall spue them out of his mouth. And
when this is done, our prince Diabolus shall prey upon them with
ease: yea, of themselves they shall fall into the mouth of the

This project was no sooner propounded, but was as highly accepted,
and forward were all Diabolonians now to engage in so delicate an
enterprise: but it was not thought fit that all should do thus;
wherefore they pitched upon two or three, namely, the Lord
Covetousness, the Lord Lasciviousness, and the Lord Anger. The
Lord Covetousness called himself by the name of Prudent-Thrifty;
the Lord Lasciviousness called himself by the name of Harmless-
Mirth; and the Lord Anger called himself by the name of Good-Zeal.

So upon a market-day they came into the market-place, three lusty
fellows they were to look on, and they were clothed in sheep's
russet, which was also now in a manner as white as were the white
robes of the men of Mansoul. Now the men could speak the language
of Mansoul well. So when they were come into the market-place, and
had offered to let themselves to the townsmen, they were presently
taken up; for they asked but little wages, and promised to do their
masters great service.

Mr. Mind hired Prudent-Thrifty, and Mr. Godly-Fear hired Good-Zeal.
True, this fellow Harmless-Mirth did hang a little in hand, and
could not so soon get him a master as the others did, because the
town of Mansoul was now in Lent, but after a while, because Lent
was almost out, the Lord Willbewill hired Harmless-Mirth to be both
his waiting man and his lackey: and thus they got them masters.

These villains now being got thus far into the houses of the men
of Mansoul, quickly began to do great mischief therein; for, being
filthy, arch, and sly, they quickly corrupted the families where
they were; yea, they tainted their masters much, especially this
Prudent-Thrifty, and him they call Harmless-Mirth. True, he that
went under the visor of Good-Zeal, was not so well liked of his
master; for he quickly found that he was but a counterfeit rascal;
the which when the fellow perceived, with speed he made his escape
from the house, or I doubt not but his master had hanged him.

Well, when these vagabonds had thus far carried on their design,
and had corrupted the town as much as they could, in the next place
they considered with themselves at what time their prince Diabolus
without, and themselves within the town, should make an attempt to
seize upon Mansoul; and they all agreed upon this, that a market-
day would be best for that work; for why? Then will the townsfolk
be busy in their ways: and always take this for a rule, when
people are most busy in the world, they least fear a surprise. 'We
also then,' said they, 'shall be able with less suspicion to gather
ourselves together for the work of our friends and lords; yea, and
in such a day, if we shall attempt our work, and miss it, we may,
when they shall give us the rout, the better hide ourselves in the
crowd, and escape.'

These things being thus far agreed upon by them, they wrote another
letter to Diabolus, and sent it by the hand to Mr. Profane, the
contents of which were these:-

'The lords of Looseness send to the great and high Diabolus from
our dens, caves, holes, and strongholds, in and about the wall of
the town of Mansoul, greeting:

'Our great lord, and the nourisher of our lives, Diabolus--how glad
we were when we heard of your fatherhood's readiness to comply with
us, and help forward our design in our attempts to ruin Mansoul,
none can tell but those who, as we do, set themselves against all
appearance of good, when and wheresoever we find it.

'Touching the encouragement that your greatness is pleased to give
us to continue to devise, contrive, and study the utter desolation
of Mansoul, that we are not solicitous about: for we know right
well that it cannot but be pleasing and profitable to us to see our
enemies, and them that seek our lives, die at our feet, or fly
before us. We therefore are still contriving, and that to the best
of our cunning, to make this work most facile and easy to your
lordships, and to us.

'First, we considered of that most hellishly cunning, compacted,
threefold project, that by you was propounded to us in your last;
and have concluded, that though to blow them up with the gunpowder
of pride would do well, and to do it by tempting them to be loose
and vain will help on, yet to contrive to bring them into the gulf
of desperation, we think will do best of all. Now we, who are at
your beck, have thought or two ways to do this: first we, for our
parts, will make them as vile as we can, and then you with us, at a
time appointed, shall be ready to fall upon them with the utmost
force. And of all the nations that are at your whistle, we think
that an army of doubters may be the most likely to attack and
overcome the town of Mansoul. Thus shall we overcome these
enemies, else the pit shall open her mouth upon them, and
desperation shall thrust them down into it. We have also, to
effect this so much by us desired design, sent already three of our
trusty Diabolonians among them; they are disguised in garb, they
have changed their names, and are now accepted of them; namely,
Covetousness, Lasciviousness, and Anger. The name of Covetousness
is changed to Prudent-Thrifty, and him Mr. Mind has hired, and is
almost become as bad as our friend. Lasciviousness has changed his
name to Harmless-Mirth, and he is got to be the Lord Willbewill's
lackey; but he has made his master very wanton. Anger changed his
name into Good-Zeal, and was entertained by Mr. Godly-Fear; but the
peevish old gentleman took pepper in the nose, and turned our
companion out of his house. Nay, he has informed us since that he
ran away from him, or else his old master had hanged him up for his

'Now these have much helped forward our work and design upon
Mansoul; for notwithstanding the spite and quarrelsome temper of
the old gentleman last mentioned, the other two ply their business
well, and are likely to ripen the work apace.

'Our next project is, that it be concluded that you come upon the
town upon a market-day, and that when they are upon the heat of
their business; for then, to be sure, they will be most secure, and
least think that an assault will be made upon them. They will also
at such a time be less able to defend themselves, and to offend you
in the prosecution of our design. And we your trusty (and we are
sure your beloved) ones shall, when you shall make your furious
assault without, be ready to second the business within. So shall
we, in all likelihood, be able to put Mansoul to utter confusion,
and to swallow them up before they can come to themselves. If your
serpentine heads, most subtile dragons, and our highly esteemed
lords can find out a better way than this, let us quickly know your

'To the monsters of the infernal cave, from the house of Mr.
Mischief in Mansoul, by the hand of Mr. Profane.'

Now all the while that the raging runagates and hellish
Diabolonians were thus contriving the ruin of the town of Mansoul,
they (namely, the poor town itself) was in a sad and woeful case;
partly because they had so grievously offended Shaddai and his Son,
and partly because that the enemies thereby got strength within
them afresh; and also because, though they had by many petitions
made suit to the Prince Emmanuel, and to his Father Shaddai by him,
for their pardon and favour, yet hitherto obtained they not one
smile; but contrariwise, through the craft and subtilty of the
domestic Diabolonians, their cloud was made to grow blacker and
blacker, and their Emmanuel to stand at further distance.

The sickness also did still greatly rage in Mansoul, both among the
captains and the inhabitants of the town; and their enemies only
were now lively and strong, and likely to become the head, whilst
Mansoul was made the tail.

By this time the letter last mentioned, that was written by the
Diabolonians that yet lurked in the town of Mansoul, was conveyed
to Diabolus in the black den, by the hand of Mr. Profane. He
carried the letter by Hell-Gate Hill as afore, and conveyed it by
Cerberus to his lord.

But when Cerberus and Mr. Profane did meet, they were presently as
great as beggars, and thus they fell into discourse about Mansoul,
and about the project against her.

'Ah! old friend,' quoth Cerberus, 'art thou come to Hell-Gate Hill
again? By St. Mary, I am glad to see thee!'

Prof. Yes, my lord, I am come again about the concerns of the town
of Mansoul.

Cerb. Prithee, tell me what condition is that town of Mansoul in
at present?

Prof. In a brave condition, my lord, for us, and for my lords, the
lords of this place, I trow for they are greatly decayed as to
godliness, and that is as well as our heart can wish; their Lord is
greatly out with them, and that doth also please us well. We have
already also a foot in their dish, for our Diabolonian friends are
laid in their bosoms, and what do we lack but to be masters of the
place! Besides, our trusty friends in Mansoul are daily plotting
to betray it to the lords of this town; also the sickness rages
bitterly among them; and that which makes up all, we hope at last
to prevail.'

Then said the dog of Hell-Gate, 'No time like this to assault them.
I wish that the enterprise be followed close, and that the success
desired may be soon effected: yea, I wish it for the poor
Diabolonians' sakes, that live in the continual fear of their lives
in that traitorous town of Mansoul.'

Prof. The contrivance is almost finished, the lords in Mansoul
that are Diabolonians are at it day and night, and the other are
like silly doves; they want heart to be concerned with their state
and to consider that ruin is at hand. Besides you may, yea, must
think, when you put all things together, that there are many
reasons that prevail with Diabolus to make what haste he can.

Cerb. Thou hast said as it is; I am glad things are at this pass.
Go in, my brave Profane, to my lords, they will give thee for thy
welcome as good a coranto as the whole of this kingdom will afford.
I have sent thy letter in already.

Then Mr. Profane went into the den, and his lord Diabolus met him,
and saluted him with, 'Welcome, my trusty servant: I have been
made glad with thy letter.' The rest of the lords of the pit gave
him also their salutations. Then Profane, after obeisance made to
them all, said, 'Let Mansoul be given to my lord Diabolus, and let
him be her king for ever.' And with that, the hollow belly and
yawning gorge of hell gave so loud and hideous a groan, (for that
is the music of that place,) that it made the mountains about it
totter, as if they would fall in pieces.

Now, after they had read and considered the letter, they consulted
what answer to return; and the first that did speak to it was

Then said he, 'The first project of the Diabolonians in Mansoul is
likely to be lucky, and to take; namely, that they will, by all the
ways and means they can, make Mansoul yet more vile and filthy: no
way to destroy a soul like this. Our old friend Balaam went this
way and prospered many years ago; let this therefore stand with us
for a maxim, and be to Diabolonians for a general rule in all ages;
for nothing can make this to fail but grace, in which I would hope
that this town has no share. But whether to fall upon them on a
market-day, because of their cumber in business, that I would
should be under debate. And there is more reason why this head
should be debated, than why some other should; because upon this
will turn the whole of what we shall attempt. If we time not our
business well, our whole project may fail. Our friends, the
Diabolonians, say that a market-day is best; for then will Mansoul
be most busy, and have fewest thoughts of a surprise. But what if
also they should double their guards on those days? (and methinks
nature and reason should teach them to do it;) and what if they
should keep such a watch on those days as the necessity of their
present case doth require? yea, what if their men should be always
in arms on those days? then you may, my lords, be disappointed in
your attempts, and may bring our friends in the town to utter
danger of unavoidable ruin.'

Then said the great Beelzebub, 'There is something in what my lord
hath said; but his conjecture may, or may not fall out. Nor hath
my lord laid it down as that which must not be receded from; for I
know that he said it only to provoke to a warm debate thereabout.
Therefore we must understand, if we can, whether the town of
Mansoul has such sense and knowledge of her decayed state, and of
the design that we have on foot against her, as doth provoke her to
set watch and ward at her gates, and to double them on market-days.
But if, after inquiry made, it shall be found that they are asleep,
then any day will do, but a market-day is best; and this is my
judgment in this case.'

Then quoth Diabolus, 'How should we know this?' and it was
answered, 'Inquire about it at the mouth of Mr. Profane.' So
Profane was called in, and asked the question, and he made his
answer as follows:-

Prof. My lords, so far as I can gather, this is at present the
condition of the town of Mansoul: they are decayed in their faith
and love; Emmanuel, their Prince, has given them the back; they
send often by petition to fetch him again, but he maketh not haste
to answer their request, nor is there much reformation among them.

Diab. I am glad that they are backward in a reformation, but yet I
am afraid of their petitioning. However, their looseness of life
is a sign that there is not much heart in what they do, and without
the heart things are little worth. But go on, my masters; I will
divert you, my lords, no longer.

Beel. If the case be so with Mansoul, as Mr. Profane has described
it to be, it will be no great matter what day we assault it; not
their prayers, nor their power will do them much service.

When Beelzebub had ended his oration, then Apollyon did begin. 'My
opinion,' said he, 'concerning this matter, is, that we go on fair
and softly, not doing things in a hurry. Let our friends in
Mansoul go on still to pollute and defile it, by seeking to draw it
yet more into sin (for there is nothing like sin to devour
Mansoul). If this be done, and it takes effect, Mansoul, of
itself, will leave off to watch, to petition, or anything else that
should tend to her security and safety; for she will forget her
Emmanuel, she will not desire his company, and can she be gotten
thus to live, her Prince will not come to her in haste. Our trusty
friend, Mr. Carnal-Security, with one of his tricks did drive him
out of the town; and why may not my Lord Covetousness, and my Lord
Lasciviousness, by what they may do, keep him out of the town? And
this I will tell you, (not because you know it not,) that two or
three Diabolonians, if entertained and countenanced by the town of
Mansoul, will do more to the keeping of Emmanuel from them, and
towards making the town of Mansoul your own, than can an army of a
legion that should be sent out from us to withstand him. Let,
therefore, this first project that our friends in Mansoul have set
on foot, be strongly and diligently carried on, with all cunning
and craft imaginable; and let them send continually, under one
guise or another, more and other of their men to play with the
people of Mansoul; and then, perhaps, we shall not need to be at
the charge of making a war upon them; or if that must of necessity
be done, yet the more sinful they are, the more unable, to be sure,
they will be to resist us, and then the more easily we shall
overcome them. And besides, suppose (and that is the worst that
can be supposed) that Emmanuel should come to them again, why may
not the same means, or the like, drive him from them once more?
Yea, why may he not, by their lapse into that sin again, be driven
from them for ever, for the sake of which he was at the first
driven from them for a season? And if this should happen, then
away go with him his rams, his slings, his captains, his soldiers,
and he leaveth Mansoul naked and bare. Yea, will not this town,
when she sees herself utterly forsaken of her Prince, of her own
accord open her gates again unto you, and make of you as in the
days of old? But this must be done by time, a few days will not
effect so great a work as this.'

So soon as Apollyon had made an end of speaking, Diabolus began to
blow out his own malice, and to plead his own cause; and he said,
'My lords, and powers of the cave, my true and trusty friends, I
have with much impatience, as becomes me, given ear to your long
and tedious orations. But my furious gorge, and empty paunch, so
lusteth after a repossession of my famous town of Mansoul, that
whatever comes out, I can wait no longer to see the events of
lingering projects. I must, and that without further delay, seek,
by all means I can, to fill my insatiable gulf with the soul and
body of the town of Mansoul. Therefore lend me your heads, your
hearts, and your help, now I am going to recover my town of

When the lords and princes of the pit saw the flaming desire that
was in Diabolus to devour the miserable town of Mansoul, they left
off to raise any more objections, but consented to lend him what
strength they could, though had Apollyon's advice been taken, they
had far more fearfully distressed the town of Mansoul. But, I say,
they were willing to lend him what strength they could, not knowing
what need they might have of him, when they should engage for
themselves, as he. Wherefore they fell to advising about the next
thing propounded, namely, what soldiers they were, and also how
many, with whom Diabolus should go against the town of Mansoul to
take it; and after some debate, it was concluded, according as in
the letter the Diabolonians had suggested, that none were more fit
for that expedition than an army of terrible doubters. They
therefore concluded to send against Mansoul an army of sturdy
doubters. The number thought fit to be employed in that service
was between twenty and thirty thousand. So then the result of that
great council of those high and mighty lords was--That Diabolus
should even now, out of hand, beat up his drum for men in the land
of Doubting, which land lieth upon the confines of the place called
Hell-Gate Hill, for men that might be employed by him against the
miserable town of Mansoul. It was also concluded, that these lords
themselves should help him in the war, and that they would to that
end head and manage his men. So they drew up a letter, and sent
back to the Diabolonians that lurked in Mansoul, and that waited
for the back-coming of Mr. Profane, to signify to them into what
method and forwardness they at present had put their design. The
contents whereof now follow:-

'From the dark and horrible dungeon of hell, Diabolus with all the
society of the princes of darkness, sends to our trusty ones, in
and about the walls of the town of Mansoul, now impatiently waiting
for our most devilish answer to their venomous and most poisonous
design against the town of Mansoul.

'Our native ones, in whom from day to day we boast, and in whose
actions all the year long we do greatly delight ourselves, we
received your welcome, because highly esteemed letter, at the hand
of our trusty and greatly beloved, the old gentleman, Mr. Profane.
And do give you to understand, that when we had broken it up, and
had read the contents thereof, to your amazing memory be it spoken,
our yawning hollow-bellied place, where we are, made so hideous and
yelling a noise for joy, that the mountains that stand round about
Hell-Gate Hill, had like to have been shaken to pieces at the sound

'We could also do no less than admire your faithfulness to us, with
the greatness of that subtilty that now hath showed itself to be in
your heads to serve us against the town of Mansoul. For you have
invented for us so excellent a method for our proceeding against
that rebellious people, a more effectual cannot be thought of by
all the wits of hell. The proposals, therefore, which now, at
last, you have sent us, since we saw them, we have done little else
but highly approved and admired them.

'Nay, we shall, to encourage you in the profundity of your craft,
let you know, that, at a full assembly and conclave of our princes
and principalities of this place, your project was discoursed and
tossed from one side of our cave to the other by their
mightinesses; but a better, and as was by themselves judged, a more
fit and proper way by all their wits, could not be invented, to
surprise, take, and make our own, the rebellious town of Mansoul.

'Wherefore, in fine, all that was said that varied from what you
had in your letter propounded, fell of itself to the ground, and
yours only was stuck to by Diabolus, the prince; yea, his gaping
gorge and yawning paunch was on fire to put your invention into

'We therefore give you to understand that our stout, furious, and
unmerciful Diabolus is raising, for your relief, and the ruin of
the rebellious town of Mansoul, more than twenty thousand doubters
to come against that people. They are all stout and sturdy men,
and men that of old have been accustomed to war, and that can
therefore well endure the drum. I say, he is doing this work of
his with all the possible speed he can; for his heart and spirit is
engaged in it. We desire, therefore, that, as you have hitherto
stuck to us, and given us both advice and encouragement thus far,
you still will prosecute our design; nor shall you lose, but be
gainers thereby; yea, we intend to make you the lords of Mansoul.

'One thing may not by any means be omitted, that is, those with us
do desire that every one of you that are in Mansoul would still use
all your power, cunning, and skill, with delusive persuasions, yet
to draw the town of Mansoul into more sin and wickedness, even that
sin may be finished and bring forth death.

'For thus it is concluded with us, that the more vile, sinful, and
debauched the town of Mansoul is, more backward will be their
Emmanuel to come to their help, either by presence or other relief;
yea, the more sinful, the more weak, and so the more unable will
they be to make resistance when we shall make our assault upon them
to swallow them up. Yea, that may cause that their mighty Shaddai
himself may cast them out of his protection; yea, and send for his
captains and soldiers home, with his slings and rams, and leave
them naked and bare; and then the town of Mansoul will of itself
open to us, and fall as the fig into the mouth of the eater. Yea,
to be sure. that we then with a great deal of ease shall come upon
her and overcome her.

'As to the time of our coming upon Mansoul, we, as yet, have not
fully resolved upon that, though at present some of us think as
you, that a market-day, or a market-day at night, will certainly be
the best. However, do you be ready, and when you shall hear our
roaring drum without, do you be as busy to make the most horrible
confusion within. So shall Mansoul certainly be distressed before
and behind, and shall not know which way to betake herself for
help. My Lord Lucifer, my Lord Beelzebub, my Lord Apollyon, my
Lord Legion, with the rest, salute you, as does also my Lord
Diabolus; and we wish both you, with all that you do, or shall
possess, the very self-same fruit and success for their doing as we
ourselves at present enjoy for ours.

'From our dreadful confines in the most fearful pit, we salute you,
and so do those many legions here with us, wishing you may be as
hellishly prosperous as we desire to be ourselves. By the letter-
carrier, Mr. Profane.'

Then Mr. Profane addressed himself for his return to Mansoul, with
his errand from the horrible pit to the Diabolonians that dwelt in
that town. So he came up the stairs from the deep to the mouth of
the cave where Cerberus was. Now when Cerberus saw him, he asked
how did matters go below, about and against the town of Mansoul.

Prof. Things go as well as we can expect. The letter that I
carried thither was highly approved, and well liked by all my
lords, and I am returning to tell our Diabolonians so. I have an
answer to it here in my bosom, that I am sure will make our masters
that sent me glad; for the contents thereof are to encourage them
to pursue their design to the utmost, and to be ready also to fall
on within, when they shall see my Lord Diabolus beleaguering the
town of Mansoul.

Cerb. But does he intend to go against them himself?

Prof. Does he! Ay! and he will take along with him more than
twenty thousand, all sturdy Doubters, and men of war, picked men
from the land of Doubting, to serve him in the expedition.

Then was Cerberus glad, and said, 'And is there such brave
preparations a-making to go against the miserable town of Mansoul?
And would I might be put at the head of a thousand of them, that I
might also show my valour against the famous town of Mansoul.'

Prof. Your wish may come to pass; you look like one that has
mettle enough, and my lord will have with him those that are
valiant and stout. But my business requires haste.

Cerb. Ay, so it does. Speed thee to the town of Mansoul, with all
the deepest mischiefs that this place can afford thee. And when
thou shalt come to the house of Mr. Mischief, the place where the
Diabolonians meet to plot, tell them that Cerberus doth wish them
his service, and that if he may, he will with the army come up
against the famous town of Mansoul.

Prof. That I will. And I know that my lords that are there will
be glad to hear it, and to see you also.

So after a few more such kind of compliments, Mr. Profane took his
leave of his friend Cerberus; and Cerberus again, with a thousand
of their pit-wishes, bid him haste, with all speed, to his masters.
The which when he had heard, he made obeisance, and began to gather
up his heels to run.

Thus, therefore, he returned, and went and came to Mansoul; and
going, as afore, to the house of Mr. Mischief, there he found the
Diabolonians assembled, and waiting for his return. Now when he
was come, and had presented himself, he also delivered to them his
letter, and adjoined this compliment to them therewith: 'My lords,
from the confines of the pit, the high and mighty principalities
and powers of the den salute you here, the true Diabolonians of the
town of Mansoul. Wishing you always the most proper of their
benedictions, for the great service, high attempts, and brave
achievements that you have put yourselves upon, for the restoring
to our prince Diabolus the famous town of Mansoul.'

This was therefore the present state of the miserable town of
Mansoul: she had offended her Prince, and he was gone; she had
encouraged the powers of hell, by her foolishness, to come against
her to seek her utter destruction.

True, the town of Mansoul was somewhat made sensible of her sin,
but the Diabolonians were gotten into her bowels; she cried, but
Emmanuel was gone, and her cries did not fetch him as yet again.
Besides, she knew not now whether, ever or never, he would return
and come to his Mansoul again; nor did they know the power and
industry of the enemy, nor how forward they were to put in
execution that plot of hell that they had devised against her.

They did, indeed, still send petition after petition to the Prince,
but he answered all with silence. They did neglect reformation,
and that was as Diabolus would have it; for he knew, if they
regarded iniquity in their heart, their King would not hear their
prayer; they therefore did still grow weaker and weaker, and were
as a rolling thing before the whirlwind. They cried to their King
for help, and laid Diabolonians in their bosoms: what therefore
should a King do to them? Yea, there seemed now to be a mixture in
Mansoul; the Diabolonians and the Mansoulians would walk the
streets together. Yea, they began to seek their peace; for they
thought that, since the sickness had been so mortal in Mansoul, it
was in vain to go to handygripes with them. Besides, the weakness
of Mansoul was the strength of their enemies; and the sins of
Mansoul, the advantage of the Diabolonians. The foes of Mansoul
did also now begin to promise themselves the town for a possession:
there was no great difference now betwixt Mansoulians and
Diabolonians: both seemed to be masters of Mansoul. Yea, the
Diabolonians increased and grew, but the town of Mansoul diminished
greatly. There were more than eleven thousand men, women, and
children that died by the sickness in Mansoul.

But now, as Shaddai would have it, there was one whose name was Mr.
Prywell, a great lover of the people of Mansoul. And he, as his
manner was, did go listening up and down in Mansoul to see, and to
hear, if at any time he might, whether there was any design against
it or no. For he was always a jealous man, and feared some
mischief sometime would befal it, either from the Diabolonians
within, or from some power without. Now upon a time it so
happened, as Mr. Prywell went listening here and there, that he
lighted upon a place called Vilehill, in Mansoul, where
Diabolonians used to meet; so hearing a muttering, (you must know
that it was in the night,) he softly drew near to hear; nor had he
stood long under the house-end, (for there stood a house there,)
but he heard one confidently affirm, that it was not, or would not
be long before Diabolus should possess himself again of Mansoul;
and that then the Diabolonians did intend to put all Mansoulians to
the sword, and would kill and destroy the King's captains, and
drive all his soldiers out of the town. He said, moreover, that he
knew there were above twenty thousand fighting men prepared by
Diabolus for the accomplishing of this design, and that it would
not be months before they all should see it.

When Mr. Prywell had heard this story, he did quickly believe it
was true: wherefore he went forthwith to my Lord Mayor's house,
and acquainted him therewith; who, sending for the subordinate
preacher, brake the business to him; and he as soon gave the alarm
to the town; for he was now the chief preacher in Mansoul, because,
as yet, my Lord Secretary was ill at ease. And this was the way
that the subordinate preacher did take to alarm the town therewith.
The same hour he caused the lecture bell to be rung; so the people
came together: he gave them then a short exhortation to
watchfulness, and made Mr. Prywell's news the argument thereof.
'For,' said he, 'an horrible plot is contrived against Mansoul,
even to massacre us all in a day, nor is this story to be slighted;
for Mr. Prywell is the author thereof. Mr. Prywell was always a
lover of Mansoul, a sober and judicious man, a man that is no
tattler, nor raiser of false reports, but one that loves to look
into the very bottom of matters, and talks nothing of news, but by
very solid arguments.

'I will call him, and you shall hear him your own selves;' so he
called him, and he came and told his tale so punctually, and
affirmed its truth with such ample grounds, that Mansoul fell
presently under a conviction of the truth of what he said. The
preacher did also back him, saying, 'Sirs, it is not irrational for
us to believe it, for we have provoked Shaddai to anger, and have
sinned Emmanuel out of the town; we have had too much
correspondence with Diabolonians, and have forsaken our former
mercies: no marvel then, if the enemy both within and without
should design and plot our ruin; and what time like this to do it?
The sickness is now in the town, and we have been made weak
thereby. Many a good meaning man is dead, and the Diabolonians of
late grow stronger and stronger.

'Besides,' quoth the subordinate preacher, 'I have received from
this good truth-teller this one inkling further, that he understood
by those that he overheard, that several letters have lately passed
between the furies and the Diabolonians in order to our
destruction.' When Mansoul heard all this, and not being able to
gainsay it, they lift up their voice and wept. Mr. Prywell did
also, in the presence of the townsmen, confirm all that their
subordinate preacher had said. Wherefore they now set afresh to
bewail their folly, and to a doubling of petitions to Shaddai and
his Son. They also brake the business to the captains, high
commanders, and men of war in the town of Mansoul, entreating them
to use the means to be strong, and to take good courage; and that
they would look after their harness, and make themselves ready to
give Diabolus battle by night and by day, shall he come, as they
are informed he will, to beleaguer the town of Mansoul.

When the captains heard this, they being always true lovers of the
town of Mansoul, what do they but like so many Samsons they shake
themselves, and come together to consult and contrive how to defeat
those bold and hellish contrivances that were upon the wheel by the
means of Diabolus and his friends against the now sickly, weakly,
and much impoverished town of Mansoul; and they agreed upon these
following particulars:-

1. That the gates of Mansoul should be kept shut, and made fast
with bars and locks, and that all persons that went out, or came
in, should be very strictly examined by the captains of the guards,
'to the end,' said they, 'that those that are managers of the plot
amongst us, may, either coming or going, be taken; and that we may
also find out who are the great contrivers, amongst us, of our

2. The next thing was, that a strict search should be made for all
kind of Diabolonians throughout the whole town of Mansoul; and that
every man's house from top to bottom should be looked into, and
that, too, house by house, that if possible a further discovery
might be made of all such among them as had a hand in these

3. It was further concluded upon, that wheresoever or with
whomsoever any of the Diabolonians were found, that even those of
the town of Mansoul that had given them house and harbour, should
to their shame, and the warning of others, take penance in the open

4. It was, moreover, resolved by the famous town of Mansoul, that a
public fast, and a day of humiliation, should be kept throughout
the whole corporation, to the justifying of their Prince, the
abasing of themselves before him for their transgressions against
him, and against Shaddai, his Father. It was further resolved,
that all such in Mansoul as did not on that day endeavour to keep
that fast, and to humble themselves for their faults, but that
should mind their worldly employs, or be found wandering up and
down the streets, should be taken for Diabolonians, and should
suffer as Diabolonians for such their wicked doings.

5. It was further concluded then, that with what speed, and with
what warmth of mind they could, they would renew their humiliation
for sin, and their petitions to Shaddai for help; they also
resolved, to send tidings to the court of all that Mr. Prywell had
told them.

6. It was also determined, that thanks should be given by the town
of Mansoul to Mr. Prywell, for his diligent seeking of the welfare
of their town: and further, that forasmuch as he was so naturally
inclined to seek their good, and also to undermine their foes, they
gave him a commission of scout-master-general, for the good of the
town of Mansoul.

When the corporation, with their captains, had thus concluded, they
did as they had said; they shut up their gates, they made for
Diabolonians strict search, they made those with whom any were
found to take penance in the open place: they kept their fast, and
renewed their petitions to their Prince, and Mr. Prywell managed
his charge and the trust that Mansoul had put in his hands, with
great conscience and good fidelity; for he gave himself wholly up
to his employ, and that not only within the town, but he went out
to pry, to see, and to hear.

And not many days after he provided for his journey, and went
towards Hell-Gate Hill, into the country where the Doubters were,
where he heard of all that had been talked of in Mansoul, and he
perceived also that Diabolus was almost ready for his march, etc.
So he came back with speed, and, calling the captains and elders of
Mansoul together, he told them where he had been, what he had
heard, and what he had seen. Particularly, he told them that
Diabolus was almost ready for his march, and that he had made old
Mr. Incredulity, that once brake prison in Mansoul, the, general of
his army; that his army consisted all of Doubters, and that their
number was above twenty thousand. He told, moreover, that Diabolus
did intend to bring with him the chief princes of the infernal pit,
and that he would make them chief captains over his Doubters. He
told them, moreover, that it was certainly true that several of the
black den would, with Diabolus, ride reformades to reduce the town
of Mansoul to the obedience of Diabolus, their prince.

He said, moreover, that he understood by the Doubters, among whom
he had been, that the reason why old Incredulity was made general
of the whole army, was because none truer than he to the tyrant;
and because he had an implacable spite against the welfare of the
town of Mansoul. Besides, said he, he remembers the affronts that
Mansoul has given him, and he is resolved to be revenged of them.

But the black princes shall be made high commanders, only
Incredulity shall be over them all; because, which I had almost
forgot, he can more easily, and more dexterously, beleaguer the
town of Mansoul, than can any of the princes besides.

Now, when the captains of Mansoul, with the elders of the town, had
heard the tidings that Mr. Prywell did bring, they thought it
expedient, without further delay, to put into execution the laws
that against the Diabolonians their Prince had made for them, and
given them in commandment to manage against them. Wherefore,
forthwith a diligent and impartial search was made in all houses in
Mansoul, for all and all manner of Diabolonians. Now, in the house
of Mr. Mind, and in the house of the great Lord Willbewill, were
two Diabolonians found. In Mr. Mind's house was one Lord
Covetousness found; but he had changed his name to Prudent-Thrifty.
In my Lord Willbewill's house, one Lasciviousness was found; but he
had changed his name to Harmless-Mirth. These two the captains and
elders of the town of Mansoul took, and committed them to custody
under the hand of Mr. Trueman, the gaoler; and this man handled
them so severely, and loaded them so well with irons, that in time
they both fell into a very deep consumption, and died in the
prison-house; their masters also, according to the agreement of the
captains and elders, were brought to take penance in the open place
to their shame, and for a warning to the rest of the town of

Now, this was the manner of penance in those days: the persons
offending being made sensible of the evil of their doings, were
enjoined open confession of their faults, and a strict amendment of
their lives.

After this, the captains and elders of Mansoul sought yet to find
out more Diabolonians, wherever they lurked, whether in dens,
caves, holes, vaults, or where else they could, in or about the
wall or town of Mansoul. But though they could plainly see their
footing, and so follow them by their track and smell to their
holds, even to the mouths of their caves and dens, yet take them,
hold them, and do justice upon them, they could not; their ways
were so crooked, their holds so strong, and they so quick to take
sanctuary there.

But Mansoul did now with so stiff an hand rule over the
Diabolonians that were left, that they were glad to shrink into
corners: time was when they durst walk openly, and in the day; but
now they were forced to embrace privacy and the night: time was
when a Mansoulian was their companion; but now they counted them
deadly enemies. This good change did Mr. Prywell's intelligence
make in the famous town of Mansoul.

By this time, Diabolus had finished his army which he intended to
bring with him for the ruin of Mansoul; and had set over them
captains, and other field officers, such as liked his furious
stomach best: himself was lord paramount, Incredulity was general
of his army, their highest captains shall be named afterwards; but
now for their officers, colours, and scutcheons.

1. Their first captain was Captain Rage: he was captain over the
election doubters, his were the red colours; his standard-bearer
was Mr. Destructive, and the great red dragon he had for his

2. The second captain was Captain Fury: he was captain over the
vocation doubters; his standard-bearer was Mr. Darkness, his
colours were those that were pale, and he had for his scutcheon the
fiery flying serpent.

3. The third captain was Captain Damnation: he was captain over
the grace doubters; his were the red colours, Mr. No-Life bare
them, and he had for his scutcheon the black den.

4. The fourth captain was Captain Insatiable; he was captain over
the faith doubters: his were the red colours, Mr. Devourer bare
them, and he had for a scutcheon the yawning jaws.

5. The fifth captain was Captain Brimstone: he was captain over
the perseverance doubters; his also were the red colours, Mr.
Burning bare them, and his scutcheon was the blue and stinking

6. The sixth captain was Captain Torment: he was captain over the
resurrection doubters; his colours were those that were pale; Mr.
Gnaw was his standard-bearer, and he had the black worm for his

7. The seventh captain was Captain No-Ease; he was captain over the
salvation doubters; his were the red colours, Mr. Restless bare
them, and his scutcheon was the ghastly picture of death.

8. The eighth captain was the Captain Sepulchre: he was captain
over the glory doubters; his also were the pale colours, Mr.
Corruption was his standard-bearer, and he had for his scutcheon a
skull, and dead men's bones.

9. The ninth captain was Captain Past-Hope; he was captain of those
that are called the felicity doubters; his standard-bearer was Mr.
Despair; his also were the red colours, and his scutcheon was a hot
iron and the hard heart.

These were his captains, and these were their forces, these were
their standards, these were their colours, and these were their
scutcheons. Now, over these did the great Diabolus make superior
captains, and they were in number seven: as, namely, the Lord
Beelzebub, the Lord Lucifer, the Lord Legion, the Lord Apollyon,
the Lord Python, the Lord Cerberus, and the Lord Belial; these
seven he set over the captains, and Incredulity was lord-general,
and, Diabolus was king. The reformades also, such as were like
themselves, were made some of them captains of hundreds, and some
of them captains of more. And thus was the army of Incredulity

So they set out at Hell-Gate Hill, for there they had their
rendezvous, from whence they came with a straight course upon their
march toward the town of Mansoul. Now, as was hinted before, the
town had, as Shaddai would have it, received from the mouth of Mr.
Prywell the alarm of their coming before. Wherefore they set a
strong watch at the gates, and had also doubled their guards: they
also mounted their slings in good places, where they might
conveniently cast out their great stones to the annoyance of their
furious enemy.

Nor could those Diabolonians that were in the town do that hurt as
was designed they should; for Mansoul was now awake. But alas!
poor people, they were sorely affrighted at the first appearance of
their foes, and at their sitting down before the town, especially
when they heard the roaring of their drum. This, to speak truth,
was amazingly hideous to hear; it frighted all men seven miles
round, if they were but awake and heard it. The streaming of their
colours was also terrible and dejecting to behold.

When Diabolus was come up against the town, first he made his
approach to Ear-gate, and gave it a furious assault, supposing, as
it seems, that his friends in Mansoul had been ready to do the work
within; but care was taken of that before, by the vigilance of the
captains. Wherefore, missing of the help that he expected from
them, and finding his army warmly attended with the stones that the
slingers did sling, (for that I will say for the captains, that
considering the weakness that yet was upon them by reason of the
long sickness that had annoyed the town of Mansoul, they did
gallantly behave themselves,) he was forced to make some retreat
from Mansoul, and to entrench himself and his men in the field
without the reach of the slings of the town.

Now having entrenched himself, he did cast up four mounts against
the town: the first he called Mount Diabolus, putting his own name
thereon, the more to affright the town of Mansoul; the other three
he called thus--Mount Alecto, Mount Megara, and Mount Tisiphone;
for these are the names of the dreadful furies of hell. Thus he
began to play his game with Mansoul, and to serve it as doth the
lion his prey, even to make it fall before his terror. But, as I
said, the captains and soldiers resisted so stoutly, and did do
such execution with their stones, that they made him, though
against stomach, to retreat, wherefore Mansoul began to take

Now upon Mount Diabolus, which was raised on the north side of the
town, there did the tyrant set up his standard, and a fearful thing
it was to behold; for he had wrought in it by devilish art, after
the manner of a scutcheon, a flaming flame fearful to behold, and
the picture of Mansoul burning in it.

When Diabolus had thus done, he commanded that his drummer should
every night approach the walls of the town of Mansoul, and so to
beat a parley; the command was to do it at nights, for in the
daytime they annoyed him with their slings; for the tyrant said,
that he had a mind to parley with the now trembling town of
Mansoul, and he commanded that the drums should beat every night,
that through weariness they might at last, if possible, (at the
first they were unwilling yet,) be forced to do it.

So this drummer did as commanded: he arose, and did beat his drum.
But when his drum did go, if one looked toward the town of Mansoul,
'Behold darkness and sorrow, and the light was darkened in the
heaven thereof.' No noise was ever heard upon earth more terrible,
except the voice of Shaddai when he speaketh. But how did Mansoul
tremble! it now looked for nothing but forthwith to be swallowed

When this drummer had beaten for a parley, he made this speech to
Mansoul: 'My master has bid me tell you, that if you will
willingly submit, you shall have the good of the earth; but if you
shall be stubborn, he is resolved to take you by force.' But by
that the fugitive had done beating his drum, the people of Mansoul
had betaken themselves to the captains that were in the castle, so
that there was none to regard, nor to give this drummer an answer;
so he proceeded no further that night, but returned again to his
master to the camp.

When Diabolus saw that by drumming he could not work out Mansoul to
his will, the next night he sendeth his drummer without his drum,
still to let the townsmen know that he had a mind to parley with
them. But when all came to all, his parley was turned into a
summons to the town to deliver up themselves: but they gave him
neither heed nor hearing: for they remembered what at first it
cost them to hear him a few words.

The next night he sends again, and then who should be his messenger
to Mansoul but the terrible Captain Sepulchre; so Captain Sepulchre
came up to the walls of Mansoul, and made this oration to the

'O ye inhabitants of the rebellious town of Mansoul! I summon you
in the name of the Prince Diabolus, that, without any more ado, you
set open the gates of your town, and admit the great lord to come
in. But if you shall still rebel, when we have taken to us the
town by force, we will swallow you up as the grave; wherefore if
you will hearken to my summons, say so, and if not then let me

'The reason of this my summons,' quoth he, 'is, for that my lord is
your undoubted prince and lord, as you yourselves have formerly
owned. Nor shall that assault that was given to my lord, when
Emmanuel dealt so dishonourably by him, prevail with him to lose
his right, and to forbear to attempt to recover his own. Consider,
then, O Mansoul, with thyself, wilt thou show thyself peaceable, or
no? If thou shalt quietly yield up thyself, then our old
friendship shall be renewed; but if thou shalt yet refuse and
rebel, then expect nothing but fire and sword.'

When the languishing town of Mansoul had heard this summoner and
his summons, they were yet more put to their dumps, but made to the
captain no answer at all; so away he went as he came.

But, after some consultation among themselves, as also with some of
their captains, they applied themselves afresh to the Lord
Secretary for counsel and advice from him; for this Lord Secretary
was their chief preacher, (as also is mentioned some pages before,)
only now he was ill at ease; and of him they begged favour in these
two or three things -

1. That he would look comfortably upon them, and not keep himself
so much retired from them as formerly. Also, that he would be
prevailed with to give them a hearing, while they should make known
their miserable condition to him. But to this he told them as
before, that 'as yet he was but ill at ease, and therefore could
not do as he had formerly done.'

2. The second thing that they desired was, that he would be pleased
to give them his advice about their now so important affairs, for
that Diabolus was come and set down before the town with no less
than twenty thousand doubters. They said, moreover, that both he
and his captains were cruel men, and that they were afraid of them.
But to this he said, 'You must look to the law of the Prince, and
there see what is laid upon you to do.'

3. Then they desired that his highness would help them to frame a
petition to Shaddai, and unto Emmanuel his Son, and that he would
set his own hand thereto as a token that he was one with them in
it: 'For,' said they, 'my Lord, many a one have we sent, but can
get no answer of peace; but now, surely, one with thy hand unto it
may obtain good for Mansoul.'

But all the answer that he gave to this was, 'that they had
offended their Emmanuel, and had also grieved himself, and that
therefore they must as yet partake of their own devices.'

This answer of the Lord Secretary fell like a millstone upon them;
yea, it crushed them so that they could not tell what to do; yet
they durst not comply with the demands of Diabolus, nor with the
demands of his captain. So then here were the straits that the
town of Mansoul was betwixt, when the enemy came upon her: her
foes were ready to swallow her up, and her friends did forbear to
help her.

Then stood up my Lord Mayor, whose name was my Lord Understanding,
and he began to pick and pick, until he had picked comfort out of
that seemingly bitter saying of the Lord Secretary; for thus he
descanted upon it: 'First,' said he, 'this unavoidably follows
upon the saying of my Lord, "that we must yet suffer for our sins."
Secondly, But,' quoth he, 'the words yet sound as if at last we
should be saved from our enemies, and that after a few more
sorrows, Emmanuel will come and be our help.' Now the Lord Mayor
was the more critical in his dealing with the Secretary's words,
because my lord was more than a prophet, and because none of his
words were such, but that at all times they were most exactly
significant; and the townsmen were allowed to pry into them, and to
expound them to their best advantage.

So they took their leaves of my lord, and returned, and went, and
came to the captains, to whom they did tell what my Lord High
Secretary had said; who, when they had heard it, were all of the
same opinion as was my Lord Mayor himself. The captains,
therefore, began to take some courage unto them, and to prepare to
make some brave attempt upon the camp of the enemy, and to destroy
all that were Diabolonians, with the roving doubters that the
tyrant had brought with him to destroy the poor town of Mansoul.

So all betook themselves forthwith to their places--the Captains to
theirs, the Lord Mayor to his, the subordinate preacher to his, and
my Lord Willbewill to his. The captains longed to be at some work
for their prince; for they delighted in warlike achievements. The
next day, therefore, they came together and consulted; and after
consultation had, they resolved to give an answer to the captain of
Diabolus with slings; and so they did at the rising of the sun on
the morrow; for Diabolus had adventured to come nearer again, but
the sling-stones were to him and his like hornets. For as there is
nothing to the town of Mansoul so terrible as the roaring of
Diabolus's drum, so there is nothing to Diabolus so terrible as the
well playing of Emmanuel's slings. Wherefore Diabolus was forced
to make another retreat, yet further off from the famous town of
Mansoul. Then did the Lord Mayor of Mansoul cause the bells to be
rung, 'and that thanks should be sent to the Lord High Secretary by
the mouth of the subordinate preacher; for that by his words the
captains and elders of Mansoul had been strengthened against

When Diabolus saw that his captains and soldiers, high lords and
renowned, were frightened, and beaten down by the stones that came
from the golden slings of the Prince of the town of Mansoul, he
bethought himself, and said, 'I will try to catch them by fawning,
I will try to flatter them into my net.'

Wherefore, after a while, he came down again to the wall, not now
with his drum, nor with Captain Sepulchre; but having all besugared
his lips, he seemed to be a very sweet-mouthed, peaceable prince,
designing nothing for humour's sake, nor to be revenged on Mansoul
for injuries by them done to him; but the welfare, and good, and
advantage of the town and people therein was now, as he said, his
only design. Wherefore, after he had called for audience, and
desired that the townsfolk would give it to him, he proceeded in
his oration, and said:-

'Oh, the desire of my heart, the famous town of Mansoul! how many
nights have I watched, and how many weary steps have I taken, if
perhaps I might do thee good! Far be it, far be it from me to
desire to make a war upon you; if ye will but willingly and quietly
deliver up yourselves unto me. You know that you were mine of old.
Remember also, that so long as you enjoyed me for your lord, and
that I enjoyed you for my subjects, you wanted for nothing of all
the delights of the earth, that I, your lord and prince, could get
for you, or that I could invent to make you bonny and blithe
withal. Consider, you never had so many hard, dark, troublesome,
and heart-afflicting hours, while you were mine, as you have had
since you revolted from me; nor shall you ever have peace again,
until you and I become one as before. But, be but prevailed with
to embrace me again, and I will grant, yea, enlarge your old
charter with abundance of privileges; so that your license and
liberty shall be to take, hold, enjoy, and make your own all that
is pleasant from the east to the west. Nor shall any of those
incivilities, wherewith you have offended me, be ever charged upon
you by me, so long as the sun and moon endure. Nor shall any of
those dear friends of mine that now, for the fear of you, lie
lurking in dens, and holes, and caves in Mansoul, be hurtful to you
any more; yea, they shall be your servants, and shall minister unto
you of their substance, and of whatever shall come to hand. I need
speak no more; you know them, and have sometime since been much
delighted in their company. Why, then, should we abide at such
odds? Let us renew our old acquaintance and friendship again.

'Bear with your friend; I take the liberty at this time to speak
thus freely unto you. The love that I have to you presses me to do
it, as also does the zeal of my heart for my friends with you: put
me not therefore to further trouble, nor yourselves to further
fears and frights. Have you I will, in a way of peace or war; nor
do you flatter yourselves with the power and force of your
captains, or that your Emmanuel will shortly come in to your help;
for such strength will do you no pleasure.

'I am come against you with a stout and valiant army, and all the
chief princes of the den are even at the head of it. Besides, my
captains are swifter than eagles, stronger than lions, and more
greedy of prey than are the evening wolves. What is Og of Bashan!
what is Goliath of Gath! and what are an hundred more of them, to
one of the least of my captains! How, then, shall Mansoul think to
escape my hand and force?'

Diabolus having thus handed his flattering, fawning, deceitful, and
lying speech to the famous town of Mansoul, the Lord Mayor replied
to him as follows: 'O Diabolus, prince of darkness, and master of
all deceit; thy lying flatteries we have had and made sufficient
probation of, and have tasted too deeply of that destructive cup
already. Should we therefore again hearken unto thee, and so break
the commandments of our great Shaddai, to join in affinity with
thee, would not our Prince reject us, and cast us off for ever?
And, being cast off by him, can the place that he has prepared for
thee be a place of rest for us? Besides, O thou that art empty and
void of all truth, we are rather ready to die by thy hand, than to
fall in with thy flattering and lying deceits.'

When the tyrant saw that there was little to be got by parleying
with my Lord Mayor, he fell into an hellish rage, and resolved that
again, with his army of doubters, he would another time assault the
town of Mansoul.

So he called for his drummer, who beat up for his men (and while he
did beat, Mansoul did shake) to be in a readiness to give battle to
the corporation: then Diabolus drew near with his army, and thus
disposed of his men. Captain Cruel and Captain Torment, these he
drew up and placed against Feel-gate, and commanded them to sit
down there for the war. And he also appointed that, if need were,
Captain No-Ease should come in to their relief. At Nose-gate he
placed the Captain Brimstone and Captain Sepulchre, and bid them
look well to their ward, on that side of the town of Mansoul. But
at Eye-gate he placed that grim-faced one, the Captain Past-Hope,
and there also now he did set up his terrible standard.

Now Captain Insatiable, he was to look to the carriages of
Diabolus, and was also appointed to take into custody that, or
those persons and things, that should at any time as prey be taken
from the enemy.

Now Mouth-gate the inhabitants of Mansoul kept for a sally-port;
wherefore that they kept strong; for that it was it by and out at
which the townsfolk did send their petitions to Emmanuel their
Prince. That also was the gate from the top of which the captains
did play their slings at the enemies; for that gate stood somewhat
ascending, so that the placing of them there, and the letting of
them fly from that place, did much execution against the tyrant's
army. Wherefore, for these causes, with others, Diabolus sought,
if possible, to land up Mouth-gate with dirt.

Now, as Diabolus was busy and industrious in preparing to make his
assault upon the town of Mansoul, without, so the captains and
soldiers in the corporation were as busy in preparing within; they
mounted their slings, they set up their banners, they sounded their
trumpets, and put themselves in such order as was judged most for
the annoyance of the enemy, and for the advantage of Mansoul, and
gave to their soldiers orders to be ready at the sound of the
trumpet for war. The Lord Willbewill also, he took the charge of
watching against the rebels within, and to do what he could to take
them while without, or to stifle them within their caves, dens, and
holes in the town-wall of Mansoul. And, to speak the truth of him,
ever since he took penance for his fault, he has showed as much
honesty and bravery of spirit as any he in Mansoul; for he took one
Jolly, and his brother Griggish, the two sons of his servant
Harmless-Mirth, (for to that day, though the father was committed
to ward, the sons had a dwelling in the house of my lord,)--I say,
he took them, and with his own hands put them to the cross. And
this was the reason why he hanged them up: after their father was
put into the hands of Mr. True-Man the gaoler, they, his sons,
began to play his pranks, and to be ticking and toying with the
daughters of their lord; nay, it was jealoused that they were too
familiar with them, the which was brought to his lordship's ear.
Now his lordship being unwilling unadvisedly to put any man to
death, did not suddenly fall upon them, but set watch and spies to
see if the thing was true; of the which he was soon informed, for
his two servants, whose names were Find-Out and Tell-All, catched
them together in uncivil manner more than once or twice, and went
and told their lord. So when my Lord Willbewill had sufficient
ground to believe the thing was true, he takes the two young
Diabolonians, (for such they were, for their father was a
Diabolonian born,) and has them to Eye-gate, where he raised a very
high cross, just in the face of Diabolus, and of his army, and
there he hanged the young villains, in defiance to Captain Past-
Hope, and of the horrible standard of the tyrant.

Now this Christian act of the brave Lord Willbewill did greatly
abash Captain Past-Hope, discouraged the army of Diabolus, put fear
into the Diabolonian runagates in Mansoul, and put strength and
courage into the captains that belonged to Emmanuel, the Prince;
for they without did gather, and that by this very act of my Lord,
that Mansoul was resolved to fight, and that the Diabolonians
within the town could not do such things as Diabolus had hopes they
would. Nor was this the only proof of the brave Lord Willbewill's
honesty to the town, nor of his loyalty to his Prince, as will
afterwards appear.

Now, when the children of Prudent-Thrifty, who dwelt with Mr. Mind,
(for Thrift left children with Mr. Mind, when he was also committed
to prison, and their names were Gripe and Rake-All; these he begat
of Mr. Mind's bastard daughter, whose name was Mrs. Hold-fast-
Bad;)--I say, when his children perceived how the Lord Willbewill
had served them that dwelt with him, what do they but, lest they
should drink of the same cup, endeavour to make their escape. But
Mr. Mind, being wary of it, took them and put them in hold in his
house till morning; (for this was done over night;) and remembering
that by the law of Mansoul all Diabolonians were to die, (and to be
sure they were at least by father's side such, and some say by
mother's side too,) what does he but takes them and puts them in
chains, and carries them to the selfsame place where my lord hanged
his two before, and there he hanged them.

The townsmen also took great encouragement at this act of Mr. Mind,
and did what they could to have taken some more of these
Diabolonian troublers of Mansoul; but at that time the rest lay so
squat and close, that they could not be apprehended; so they set
against them a diligent watch, and went every man to his place.

I told you a little before, that Diabolus and his army were
somewhat abashed and discouraged at the sight of what my Lord
Willbewill did, when he hanged up those two young Diabolonians; but
his discouragement quickly turned itself into furious madness and
rage against the town of Mansoul, and fight it he would. Also the
townsmen and captains within, they had their hopes and their
expectations heightened, believing at last the day would be theirs;
so they feared them the less. Their subordinate preacher, too,
made a sermon about it; and he took that theme for his text, 'Gad,
a troop shall overcome him: but he shall overcome at the last.'
Whence he showed, that though Mansoul should be sorely put to it at
the first, yet the victory should most certainly be Mansoul's at
the last.

So Diabolus commanded that his drummer should beat a charge against
the town; and the captains also that were in the town sounded a
charge against them, but they had no drum: they were trumpets of
silver with which they sounded against them. Then they which were
of the camp of Diabolus came down to the town to take it, and the
captains in the castle, with the slingers at Mouth-gate, played
upon them amain. And now there was nothing heard in the camp of
Diabolus but horrible rage and blasphemy; but in the town good
words, prayer, and singing of psalms. The enemy replied with
horrible objections, and the terribleness of their drum; but the
town made answer with the slapping of their slings, and the
melodious noise of their trumpets. And thus the fight lasted for
several days together, only now and then they had some small
intermission, in the which the townsmen refreshed themselves, and
the captains made ready for another assault.

The captains of Emmanuel were clad in silver armour, and the
soldiers in that which was of proof; the soldiers of Diabolus were
clad in iron which was made to give place to Emmanuel's engine-
shot. In the town, some were hurt, and some were greatly wounded.
Now, the worst of it was, a chirurgeon was scarce in Mansoul, for
that Emmanuel at present was absent. Howbeit, with the leaves of a
tree the wounded were kept from dying; yet their wounds did greatly
putrefy, and some did grievously stink. Of the townsmen, these
were wounded, namely, my Lord Reason; he was wounded in the head.
Another that was wounded was the brave Lord Mayor; he was wounded
in the eye. Another that was wounded was Mr. Mind; he received his
wound about the stomach. The honest subordinate preacher also, he
received a shot not far off the heart but none of these were

Many also of the inferior sort were not only wounded but slain

Now, in the camp of Diabolus were wounded and slain a considerable
number; for instance, Captain Rage, he was wounded, and so was
Captain Cruel. Captain Damnation was made to retreat, and to
intrench himself further off of Mansoul. The standard also of
Diabolus was beaten down, and his standard-bearer, Captain Much-
Hurt, had his brains beat out with a sling-stone, to the no little
grief and shame of his prince Diabolus.

Many also of the doubters were slain outright, though enough of
them were left alive to make Mansoul shake and totter. Now the
victory that day being turned to Mansoul, did put great valour into
the townsmen and captains, and did cover Diabolus's camp with a
cloud, but withal it made them far more furious. So the next day
Mansoul rested, and commanded that the bells should be rung; the
trumpets also joyfully sounded, and the captains shouted round the

My Lord Willbewill also was not idle, but did notable service
within against the domestics, or the Diabolonians that were in the
town, not only by keeping them in awe, for he lighted on one at
last whose name was Mr. Anything, a fellow of whom mention was made
before; for it was he, if you remember, that brought the three
fellows to Diabolus, whom the Diabolonians took out of Captain
Boanerges's companies, and that persuaded them to list themselves
under the tyrant, to fight against the army of Shaddai. My Lord
Willbewill did also take a notable Diabolonian, whose name was
Loose-Foot: this Loose-Foot was a scout to the vagabonds in
Mansoul, and that did use to carry tidings out of Mansoul to the
camp, and out of the camp to those of the enemies in Mansoul. Both
these my lord sent away safe to Mr. True-Man, the gaoler, with a
commandment to keep them in irons; for he intended then to have
them out to be crucified, when it would be for the best to the
corporation, and most for the discouragement of the camp of the

My Lord Mayor also, though he could not stir about so much as
formerly, because of the wound that he lately received, yet gave he
out orders to all that were the natives of Mansoul, to look to
their watch, and stand upon their guard, and, as occasion should
offer, to prove themselves men.

Mr. Conscience, the preacher, he also did his utmost to keep all
his good documents alive upon the hearts of the people of Mansoul.

Well, awhile after, the captains and stout ones of the town of
Mansoul agreed and resolved upon a time to make a sally out upon
the camp of Diabolus, and this must be done in the night; and there
was the folly of Mansoul, (for the night is always the best for the
enemy, but the worst for Mansoul to fight in,) but yet they would
do it, their courage was so high; their last victory also still
stuck in their memories.

So the night appointed being come, the Prince's brave captains cast
lots who should lead the van in this new and desperate expedition
against Diabolus, and against his Diabolonian army; and the lot
fell to Captain Credence, to Captain Experience, and to Captain
Good-Hope, to lead the forlorn hope. (This Captain Experience the
Prince created such when himself did reside in the town of
Mansoul.) So, as I said, they made their sally out upon the army
that lay in the siege against them; and their hap was to fall in
with the main body of their enemies. Now Diabolus and his men
being expertly accustomed to night-work, took the alarm presently,
and were as ready to give them battle, as if they had sent them
word of their coming. Wherefore to it they went amain, and blows
were hard on every side; the hell drum also was beat most
furiously, while the trumpets of the Prince most sweetly sounded.
And thus the battle was joined; and Captain Insatiable looked to
the enemy's carriages, and waited when he should receive some prey.

The Prince's captains fought it stoutly, beyond what indeed could
be expected they should; they wounded many; they made the whole
army of Diabolus to make a retreat. But I cannot tell how, but the
brave Captain Credence, Captain Good-Hope, and Captain Experience,
as they were upon the pursuit, cutting down, and following hard
after the enemy in the rear, Captain Credence stumbled and fell, by
which fall he caught so great a hurt, that he could not rise till
Captain Experience did help him up, at which their men were put in
disorder. The captain also was so full of pain, that he could not
forbear but aloud to cry out: at this, the other two captains
fainted, supposing that Captain Credence had received his mortal
wound; their men also were more disordered, and had no list to
fight. Now Diabolus being very observing, though at this time as
yet he was put to the worst, perceiving that a halt was made among
the men that were the pursuers, what does he but, taking it for
granted that the captains were either wounded or dead, he therefore
makes at first a stand, then faces about, and so comes up upon the
Prince's army with as much of his fury as hell could help him to;
and his hap was to fall in just among the three captains, Captain
Credence, Captain Good-Hope, and Captain Experience, and did cut,
wound, and pierce them so dreadfully, that what through
discouragement, what through disorder, and what through the wounds
that they had received, and also the loss of much blood, they
scarce were able, though they had for their power the three best
hands in Mansoul, to get safe into the hold again.

Now, when the body of the Prince's army saw how these three
captains were put to the worst, they thought it their wisdom to
make as safe and good a retreat as they could, and so returned by
the sally-port again; and so there was an end of this present
action. But Diabolus was so flushed with this night's work, that
he promised himself, in few days, an easy and complete conquest
over the town of Mansoul; wherefore, on the day following, he comes
up to the sides thereof with great boldness, and demands entrance,
and that forthwith they deliver themselves up to his government.
The Diabolonians, too, that were within, they began to be somewhat
brisk, as we shall show afterward.

But the valiant Lord Mayor replied, that what he got he must get by
force; for as long as Emmanuel, their Prince, was alive, (though he
at present was not so with them as they wished,) they should never
consent to yield Mansoul up to another.

And with that the Lord Willbewill stood up, and said, 'Diabolus,
thou master of the den, and enemy to all that is good, we poor
inhabitants of the town of Mansoul are too well acquainted with thy
rule and government, and with the end of those things that for
certain will follow submitting to thee, to do it. Wherefore though
while we were without knowledge we suffered thee to take us, (as
the bird that saw not the snare fell into the hands of the fowler,)
yet since we have been turned from darkness to light, we have also
been turned from the power of Satan to God. And though through thy
subtlety, and also the subtlety of the Diabolonians within, we have
sustained much loss, and also plunged ourselves into much
perplexity, yet give up ourselves, lay down our arms, and yield to
so horrid a tyrant as thou, we shall not; die upon the place we
choose rather to do. Besides, we have hopes that in time
deliverance will come from court unto us, and therefore we yet will
maintain a war against thee.'

This brave speech of the Lord Willbewill, with that also of the
Lord Mayor, did somewhat abate the boldness of Diabolus, though it
kindled the fury of his rage. It also succoured the townsmen and
captains; yea, it was as a plaster to the brave Captain Credence's
wound; for you must know that a brave speech now (when the captains
of the town with their men of war came home routed, and when the
enemy took courage and boldness at the success that he had obtained
to draw up to the walls, and demand entrance, as he did) was in
season, and also advantageous.

The Lord Willbewill also did play the man within; for while the
captains and soldiers were in the field, he was in arms in the
town, and wherever by him there was a Diabolonian found, they were
forced to feel the weight of his heavy hand, and also the edge of
his penetrating sword: many therefore of the Diabolonians he
wounded, as the Lord Cavil, the Lord Brisk, the Lord Pragmatic, and
the Lord Murmur; several also of the meaner sort he did sorely
maim; though there cannot at this time an account be given you of
any that he slew outright. The cause, or rather the advantage that
my Lord Willbewill had at this time to do thus, was for that the
captains were gone out to fight the enemy in the field. 'For now,'
thought the Diabolonians within, 'is our time to stir and make an
uproar in the town.' What do they therefore but quickly get
themselves into a body, and fall forthwith to hurricaning in
Mansoul, as if now nothing but whirlwind and tempest should be
there. Wherefore, as I said, he takes this opportunity to fall in
among them with his men, cutting and slashing with courage that was
undaunted; at which the Diabolonians with all haste dispersed
themselves to their holds, and my lord to his place as before.

This brave act of my lord did somewhat revenge the wrong done by
Diabolus to the captains, and also did let them know that Mansoul
was not to be parted with for the loss of a victory or two;
wherefore the wing of the tyrant was clipped again, as to
boasting,--I mean in comparison of what he would have done, if the
Diabolonians had put the town to the same plight to which he had
put the captains.

Well, Diabolus yet resolves to have the other bout with Mansoul.
'For,' thought he, 'since I beat them once, I may beat them twice.'
Wherefore he commanded his men to be ready at such an hour of the
night, to make a fresh assault upon the town; and he gave it out in
special that they should bend all their force against Feel-gate,
and attempt to break into the town through that. The word that
then he did give to his officers and soldiers was Hell-fire.
'And,' said he, 'if we break in upon them, as I wish we do, either
with some, or with all our force, let them that break in look to
it, that they forget not the word. And let nothing be heard in the
town of Mansoul but, "Hell-fire! Hell-fire! Hell-fire!"' The
drummer was also to beat without ceasing, and the standard-bearers
were to display their colours; the soldiers, too, were to put on
what courage they could, and to see that they played manfully their
parts against the town.

So when night was come, and all things by the tyrant made ready for
the work, he suddenly makes his assault upon Feel-gate, and after
he had awhile struggled there, he throws the gate wide open: for
the truth is, those gates were but weak, and so most easily made to
yield. When Diabolus had thus far made his attempt, he placed his
captains (namely, Torment and No-Ease) there; so he attempted to
press forward, but the Prince's captains came down upon him, and
made his entrance more difficult than he desired. And, to speak
truth, they made what resistance they could; but the three of their
best and most valiant captains being wounded, and by their wounds
made much incapable of doing the town that service they would, (and
all the rest having more than their hands full of the doubters, and
their captains that did follow Diabolus,) they were overpowered
with force, nor could they keep them out of the town. Wherefore
the Prince's men and their captains betook themselves to the
castle, as to the stronghold of the town: and this they did partly
for their own security, partly for the security of the town, and
partly, or rather chiefly, to preserve to Emmanuel the prerogative-
royal of Mansoul; for so was the castle of Mansoul.

The captains therefore being fled into the castle, the enemy,
without much resistance, possess themselves of the rest of the
town, and spreading themselves as they went into every corner, they
cried out as they marched, according to the command of the tyrant,
'Hell-fire! Hell-fire! Hell-fire!' so that nothing for a while
throughout the town of Mansoul could be heard but the direful noise
of 'Hell-fire!' together with the roaring of Diabolus's drum. And
now did the clouds hang black over Mansoul, nor to reason did
anything but ruin seem to attend it. Diabolus also quartered his
soldiers in the houses of the inhabitants of the town of Mansoul.
Yea, the subordinate preacher's house was as full of these
outlandish doubters as ever it could hold, and so was my Lord
Mayor's, and my Lord Willbewill's also. Yea, where was there a
corner, a cottage, a barn, or a hogstye, that now was not full of
these vermin? Yea, they turned the men of the town out of their
houses, and would lie in their beds, and sit at their tables
themselves. Ah, poor Mansoul! now thou feelest the fruits of sin,
yea, what venom was in the flattering words of Mr. Carnal-Security!
They made great havoc of whatever they laid their hands on; yea,
they fired the town in several places; many young children also
were by them dashed in pieces; and those that were yet unborn they
destroyed in their mothers' wombs: for you must needs think that
it could not now be otherwise; for what conscience, what pity, what
bowels of compassion can any expect at the hands of outlandish
doubters? Many in Mansoul that were women, both young and old,
they forced, ravished, and beastlike abused, so that they swooned,
miscarried, and many of them died, and so lay at the top of every
street, and in all by-places of the town.

And now did Mansoul seem to be nothing but a den of dragons, an
emblem of hell, and a place of total darkness. Now did Mansoul lie
almost like the barren wilderness; nothing but nettles, briars,
thorns, weeds, and stinking things seemed now to cover the face of
Mansoul. I told you before, how that these Diabolonian doubters
turned the men of Mansoul out of their beds, and now I will add,
they wounded them, they mauled them, yea, and almost brained many
of them. Many did I say, yea most, if not all of them. Mr.
Conscience they so wounded, yea, and his wounds so festered, that
he could have no ease day nor night, but lay as if continually upon
a rack; but that Shaddai rules all, certainly they had slain him
outright. Mr. Lord Mayor they so abused that they almost put out
his eyes; and had not my Lord Willbewill got into the castle, they
intended to have chopped him all to pieces; for they did look upon
him, as his heart now stood, to be one of the very worst that was
in Mansoul against Diabolus and his crew. And indeed he hath shown
himself a man, and more of his exploits you will hear of

Now, a man might have walked for days together in Mansoul, and
scarcely have seen one in the town that looked like a religious
man. Oh, the fearful state of Mansoul now! now every corner
swarmed with outlandish doubters; red-coats and black-coats walked
the town by clusters, and filled up all the houses with hideous
noises, vain songs, lying stories, and blasphemous language against
Shaddai and his Son. Now also those Diabolonians that lurked in
the walls and dens and holes that were in the town of Mansoul, came
forth and showed themselves; yea, walked with open face in company
with the doubters that were in Mansoul. Yea, they had more
boldness now to walk the streets, to haunt the houses, and to show
themselves abroad, than had any of the honest inhabitants of the
now woful town of Mansoul.

But Diabolus and his outlandish men were not at peace in Mansoul;
for they were not there entertained as were the captains and forces
of Emmanuel: the townsmen did browbeat them what they could; nor
did they partake or make stroy of any of the necessaries of
Mansoul, but that which they seized on against the townsmen's will:
what they could, they hid from them, and what they could not, they
had with an ill-will. They, poor hearts! had rather have had their
room than their company; but they were at present their captives,
and their captives for the present they were forced to be. But, I
say, they discountenanced them as much as they were able, and
showed them all the dislike that they could.

The captains also from the castle did hold them in continual play
with their slings, to the chafing and fretting of the minds of the
enemies. True, Diabolus made a great many attempts to have broken
open the gates of the castle, but Mr. Godly-Fear was made the
keeper of that; and he was a man of that courage, conduct, and
valour, that it was in vain, as long as life lasted within him, to
think to do that work, though mostly desired; wherefore all the
attempts that Diabolus made against him were fruitless. I have
wished sometimes that that man had had the whole rule of the town
of Mansoul.

Well, this was the condition of the town of Mansoul for about two
years and a half: the body of the town was the seat of war, the
people of the town were driven into holes, and the glory of Mansoul
was laid in the dust. What rest, then, could be to the
inhabitants, what peace could Mansoul have, and what sun could
shine upon it? Had the enemy lain so long without in the plain
against the town, it had been enough to have famished them: but
now, when they shall be within, when the town shall be their tent,
their trench and fort against the castle that was in the town; when


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