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Those also that rode Reformades, and that came down to see the
battle, they shouted with that greatness of voice, and sung with
such melodious notes, that they caused them that dwell in the
highest orbs to open their windows, put out their heads, and look
down to see the cause of that glory (Luke 15:7-10).[180]

The townsmen also, so many of them as saw this sight, were as it
were, while they looked, betwixt the earth and the heavens. True,
they could not tell what would be the issue of things as to them,
but all things were done in such excellent methods; and I cannot
tell how, but things in the management of them seemed to cast
a smile towards the town, so that their eyes, their heads, their
hearts, and their minds, and all that they had, were taken and
held, while they observed Emmanuel's order.[181]

So when the brave Prince had finished this part of his triumph over
Diabolus his foe, he turned him up in the midst of his contempt
and shame, having given him a charge no more to be a possessor of
Mansoul. Then went he from Emmanuel, and out of the midst of his
camp to inherit the parched places in a salt land, seeking rest
but finding none (Matt 12:43).

Now Captain Boanerges and Captain Conviction were both of them men
of very great majesty, their faces were like the faces of lions
(1 Chron 12:8), and their words like the roaring of the sea; (Isa
5:29-30) and they still quartered in Mr. Conscience's house, of
whom mention was made before. When therefore, the high and mighty
Prince had thus far finished his triumph over Diabolus, the townsmen
had more leisure to view and to behold the actions of these noble
captains. But the captains carried it with that terror and dread
in all that they did, and you may be sure that they had private
instructions so to do, that they kept the town under continual
heart-aching, and caused, in their apprehension, the well-being of
Mansoul for the future, to hang in doubt before them, so that, for
some considerable time, they neither knew what rest, or ease, or
peace, or hope meant.[182]

Nor did the Prince himself, as yet, abide in the town of Mansoul,
but in his royal pavilion in the camp, and in the midst of his
Father's forces. So at a time convenient, he sent special orders to
Captain Boanerges to summons Mansoul, the whole of the townsmen,
into the castle-yard, and then and there, before their faces, to
take my Lord Understanding, Mr. Conscience, and that notable one,
the Lord Will-be-will, and put them all three in ward, and that
they should set a strong guard upon them there, until his pleasure
concerning them were further known. The which orders, when the
captains had put them in execution, made no small addition to the
fears of the town of Mansoul; for now, to their thinking, were
their former fears of the ruin of Mansoul confirmed. Now, what
death they should die, and how long they should be in dying, was
that which most perplexed their heads and hearts. Yea, they were
afraid that Emmanuel would command them all into the deep, the
place that the prince Diabolus was afraid of; for they knew that
they had deserved it. Also to die by the sword in the face of the
town, and in the open way of disgrace, from the hand of so good
and so holy a prince, that, too, troubled them sore. The town was
also greatly troubled for the men that were committed to ward,
for that they were their stay and their guide, and for that they
believed that if those men were cut off, their execution would
be but the beginning of the ruin of the town of Mansoul.[183]
Wherefore what do they, but together with the men in prison, draw
up a petition to the Prince, and sent it to Emmanuel by the hand
of Mr. Would-live. So he went and came to the Prince's quarters,
and presented the petition; the sum of which was this:--

'Great and wonderful Potentate, victor over Diabolus, and conqueror
of the town of Mansoul, We, the miserable inhabitants of that
most woful corporation, do humbly beg that we may find favour in
thy sight, and remember not against us former transgressions, nor
yet the sins of the chief of our town, but spare us according to
the greatness of thy mercy, and let us not die, but live in thy
sight; so shall we be willing to be thy servants, and if thou
shalt think fit, to gather our meat under thy table.[184] Amen.'

So the petitioner went as was said with his petition to the Prince,
and the Prince took it at his hand, but sent him away with silence.
This still afflicted the town of Mansoul, but yet considering that
now they must either petition, or die--for now they could not do
anything else--therefore they consulted again, and sent another
petition, and this petition was much after the form and method of
the former.

But when the petition was drawn up, by whom should they send it
was the next question; for they would not send this by him by whom
they sent the first, for they thought that the Prince had taken
some offence at the manner of his deportment before him; so they
attempted to make Captain Conviction their messenger with it, but
he said that he neither durst, nor would petition Emmanuel for
traitors; nor be to the Prince an advocate for rebels. Yet withal,
said he, our Prince is good, and you may adventure to send it by
the hand of one of your town, provided he went with a rope about
his head, and pleaded nothing but mercy.[185]

Well, they made, through fear, their delays as long as they
could, and longer than delays were good; but fearing at last the
dangerousness of them, they thought, but with many a fainting in
their minds, to send their petition by Mr. Desires-awake; so they
sent for Mr. Desires-awake. Now he dwelt in a very mean cottage in
Mansoul, and he came at his neighbour's request. So they told him
what they had done, and what they would do concerning petitioning,
and that they did desire of him that he would go therewith to the
Prince.

Then said Mr. Desires-awake, why should not I do the best I can to
save so famous a town as Mansoul from deserved destruction? They
therefore delivered the petition to him, and told him how he must
address himself to the Prince, and wished him ten thousand good
speeds. So he comes to the Prince's pavilion, as the first, and
asked to speak with his Majesty; so word was carried to Emmanuel,
and the Prince came out to the man. When Mr. Desires-awake saw the
Prince, he fell flat with his face to the ground, and cried out,
oh that Mansoul might live before thee! and with that he presented
the petition. The which when the Prince had read, he turned away
for a while and wept, but, refraining himself, he turned again
to the man, who all this while lay crying at his feet as at the
first, and said to him, Go thy way to thy place, and I will consider
of thy requests.

Now you may think that they of Mansoul that had sent him, what with
guilt, and what with fear, lest their petition should be rejected,
could not but look with many a long look, and that too with strange
workings of heart, to see what would become of their petition. At
last, they saw their messenger coming back; so when he was come,
they asked him how he fared, what Emmanuel said, and what was
become of the petition. But he told them that he would be silent
till he came to the prison to my Lord Mayor, my Lord Will-be-will,
and Mr. Recorder. So he went forwards towards the prison-house,
where the men of Mansoul lay bound. But oh! what a multitude flocked
after to hear what the messenger said. So when he was come and had
shown himself at the grate of the prison, my Lord Mayor himself
looked as white as a clout, the Recorder also did quake; but they
asked and said, Come, good sir, what did the great Prince say to
you? Then said Mr. Desires-awake, when I came to my Lord's pavilion,
I called, and he came forth; so I fell prostrate at his feet, and
delivered to him my petition, for the greatness of his person, and
the glory of his countenance would not suffer me to stand upon my
legs. Now as he received the petition, I cried, oh that Mansoul
might live before thee! So, when for a while he had looked thereon,
he turned him about, and said to his servant, Go thy way to thy
place again, and I will consider of thy requests. The messenger
added, moreover, and said, The Prince to whom you sent me is such
a one for beauty and glory, that whoso sees him must both love
and fear him; I, for my part, can do no less; but I know not what
will be the end of these things.[186] At this answer they were
all at a stand; both they in prison, and they that followed the
messenger thither to hear the news; nor knew they what or what
manner of interpretation to put upon what the Prince had said. Now,
when the prison was cleared of the throng, the prisoners among
themselves began to comment upon Emmanuel's words. My Lord Mayor said
that the answer did not look with a rugged face; but Will-be-will
said that it betokened evil; and the Recorder, that it was
a messenger of death. Now, they that were left, and that stood
behind, and so could not so well hear what the prisoners said,
some of them catched hold of one piece of a sentence, and some on
a bit of another; some took hold of what the messenger said, and
some of the prisoners' judgment thereon; so none had the right
understanding of things; but you cannot imagine what work these
people made, and what a confusion there was in Mansoul now.[187]

For presently they that had heard what was said, flew about the
town; one crying one thing, and another the quite contrary, and
both were sure enough they told the truth, for they did hear, they
said, with their ears what was said, and therefore could not be
deceived. One would say, We must all be killed; another would say,
We must all be saved; and a third would say that the Prince would
not be concerned with Mansoul; and a fourth that the prisoners
must be suddenly put to death. And as I said, every one stood to
it that he told his tale the rightest, and that all others but he
were out. Wherefore Mansoul had now molestation upon molestation,
nor could any man know on what to rest the sole of his foot; for
one would go by now, and as he went, if he heard his neighbour
tell his tale, to be sure he would tell the quite contrary, and
both would stand in it that he told the truth. Nay, some of them
had got this story by the end, that the Prince did intend to put
Mansoul to the sword. And now it began to be dark; wherefore poor
Mansoul was in sad perplexity all that night until the morning.[188]

But, so far as I could gather, by the best information that I could
get, all this hubbub came through the words that the Recorder said,
when he told them that in his judgment the Prince's answer was a
messenger of death. It was this that fired the town, and that began
the fright in Mansoul, for Mansoul, in former times, did use to
count that Mr. Recorder was a seer, and that his sentence was equal
to the best of oracles, and thus was Mansoul a terror to itself.

And now did they begin to feel what was the effects of stubborn
rebellion, and unlawful resistance against their Prince. I say
they now began to feel the effects thereof by guilt and fear, that
now had swallowed them up, and who more involved in the one, but
they who were most in the other; to wit, the chief of the town of
Mansoul.

To be brief, when the fame[189] of the fright was out of the town,
and the prisoners had a little recovered themselves, they take to
themselves some heart, and think to petition the Prince for life
again. So they did draw up a third petition, the contents whereof
were this:--

'Prince Emmanuel the Great, Lord of all worlds, and Master of
mercy, We, thy poor, wretched, miserable, dying town of Mansoul,
do confess unto thy great and glorious Majesty that we have sinned
against thy Father and thee, and are no more worthy to be called
thy Mansoul, but rather to be cast into the pit. If thou wilt slay
us, we have deserved it. If thou wilt condemn us to the deep, we
cannot but say thou art righteous. We cannot complain, whatever
thou dost, or however thou carriest it towards us. But oh! let
mercy reign; and let it be extended to us! Oh let mercy take hold
upon us, and free us from our transgressions, and we will sing of
thy mercy and of thy judgment. Amen.'

This petition, when drawn up, was designed to be sent to the Prince
as the first, but who should carry it, that was the question. Some
said, Let him do it that went with the first; but others thought not
good to do that, and that because he sped no better. Now there was
an old man in the town, and his name was Mr. Good-deed; a man that
bare only the name, but had nothing of the nature of the thing.
Now some were for sending of him, but the Recorder was by no means
for that, for, said he, we now stand in need of, and are pleading
for mercy, wherefore to send our petition by a man of this name
will seem to cross the petition itself. Should we make Mr. Good-deed
our messenger when our petition cries for mercy?

'Besides,' quoth the old gentleman, 'should the Prince now, as he
receives the petition, ask him and say, What is thy name? as nobody
knows but he will, and he should say, Old Good-deed, what, think
you, would Emmanuel say but this, Aye! is old Good-deed yet alive
in Mansoul? then let old Good-deed save you from your distresses?
And if he says so, I am sure we are lost; nor can a thousand of
old Good-deeds save Mansoul.'[190]

After the Recorder had given in his reasons why old Good-deed should
not go with this petition to Emmanuel, the rest of the prisoners
and chief of Mansoul opposed it also, and so old Good-deed was laid
aside, and they agreed to send Mr. Desires-awake again; so they
sent for him, and desired him that he would a second time go with
their petition to the Prince, and he readily told them he would.
But they bid him that in anywise he would take heed that in no
word or carriage he gave offence to the Prince, for by doing so,
for ought we can tell, you may bring Mansoul into utter destruction,
said they.

Now Mr. Desires-awake, when he saw that he must go of this errand,
besought that they would grant that Mr. Wet-eyes might go with
him. Now this Mr. Wet-eyes was a near neighbour of Mr. Desires,
a poor man, a man of a broken spirit, yet one that could speak
well to a petition. So they granted that he should go with him.
Wherefore they address themselves to their business. Mr. Desires
put a rope upon his head, and Mr. Wet-eyes went with hands wringing
together.[191] Thus they went to the Prince's pavilion.

Now when they went to petition this third time, they were
not without thoughts that by often coming they might be a burden
to the Prince. Wherefore, when they were come to the door of his
pavilion, they first made their apology for themselves, and for
their coming to trouble Emmanuel so often; and they said that they
came not hither to-day for that they delighted in being troublesome,
or for that they delighted to hear themselves talk, but for that
necessity caused them to come to his Majesty: they could, they
said, have no rest day nor night, because of their transgressions
against Shaddai, and against Emmanuel, his Son. They also thought
that some misbehaviour of Mr. Desires-awake the last time, might
give distaste to his Highness, and so cause that he returned from
so merciful a Prince empty, and without countenance. So when they
had made this apology, Mr. Desires-awake cast himself prostrate
upon the ground as at the first, at the feet of the mighty Prince,
saying, Oh that Mansoul might live before thee! and so he delivered
his petition. The Prince then having read the petition, turned
aside awhile, as before, and, coming again to the place where
the petitioner lay on the ground, he demanded what his name was,
and of what esteem in the account of Mansoul; for that he, above
all the multitude in Mansoul, should be sent to him upon such an
errand. Then said the man to the Prince, 'Oh let not my Lord be
angry; and why inquirest thou after the name of such a dead dog
as I am? Pass by, I pray thee, and take no notice of who I am,
because there is, as thou very well knowest, so great a disproportion
between me and thee. Why the townsmen chose to send me on this
errand to my Lord, is best known to themselves, but it could not
be for that they thought that I had favour with my Lord. For my
part, I am out of charity with myself; who then should be in love
with me? Yet live I would, and so would I that my townsmen should,
and because both they and myself are guilty of great transgressions,
therefore they have sent me, and I am come in their names to beg
of my Lord for mercy. Let it please thee therefore to incline to
mercy, but ask not what thy servants are.'

Then said the Prince, 'And what is he that is become thy companion
in this so weighty a matter?' So Mr. Desires told Emmanuel that
he was a poor neighbour of his, and one of his most intimate
associates, and his name, said he, may it please your most excellent
Majesty, is Wet-eyes, of the town of Mansoul. I know that there
are many of that name that are naught, but I hope it will be no
offence to my Lord that I have brought my poor neighbour with me.

Then Mr. Wet-eyes fell on his face to the ground, and made this
apology for his coming with his neighbour to his Lord:--

'O my Lord,' quoth he, 'what I am I know not myself, nor whether
my name be feigned or true, especially when I begin to think what
some have said, namely, that this name was given me because Mr.
Repentance was my father. Good men have bad children, and the
sincere do oftentimes beget hypocrites. My mother also called me
by this name from the cradle, but whether because of the moistness
of my brain, or because of the softness of my heart, I cannot tell.
I see dirt in mine own tears, and filthiness in the bottom of my
prayers.[192] But I pray thee'--and all this while the gentleman
wept--'that thou wouldest not remember against us our transgressions, nor
take offence at the unqualifiedness of thy servants, but mercifully
pass by the sin of Mansoul, and refrain from the glorifying of
thy grace no longer.'[193]

So at his bidding they arose, and both stood trembling before him,
and he spake to them to this purpose:--

'The town of Mansoul hath grievously rebelled against my Father, in
that they have rejected him from being their King, and did choose
to themselves for their captain a liar, a murderer, and a runagate
slave. For this Diabolus, and your pretended prince, though once
so highly accounted of by you, made rebellion against my Father
and me, even in our palace and highest court there, thinking to
become a prince and king. But being there timely discovered and
apprehended, and for his wickedness bound in chains, and separated
to the pit with those who were his companions, he offered himself
to you, and you have received him.

'Now this is, and for a long time hath been an high affront to my
Father, wherefore my Father sent to you a powerful army to reduce
you to your obedience. But you know how those men, their captains,
and their counsels, were esteemed of you, and what they received
at your hand. You rebelled against them, you shut your gates upon
them, you bid them battle, you fought them, and fought for Diabolus
against them. So they sent to my Father for more power, and I with
my men are come to subdue you. But as you treated the servants,
so you treated their Lord. You stood up in hostile manner against
me, you shut up your gates against me, you turned the deaf ear
to me, and resisted as long as you could; but now I have made
a conquest of you. Did you cry me mercy so long as you had hopes
that you might prevail against me?[194] But now I have taken the
town, you cry. But why did you not cry before, when the white
flag of my mercy, the red flag of justice, and the black flag
that threatened execution, were set up to cite you to it? Now I
have conquered your Diabolus, you come to me for favour, but why
did you not help me against the mighty? Yet I will consider your
petition, and will answer it so as will be for my glory.

'Go, bid Captain Boanerges and Captain Conviction bring the prisoners
out to me into the camp to-morrow, and say you to Captain Judgment
and Captain Execution, Stay you in the castle, and take good heed
to yourselves that you keep all quiet in Mansoul until you hear
further from me.' And with that he turned himself from them, and
went into his royal pavilion again.[195]

So the petitioners having received this answer from the Prince,
returned as at the first to go to their companions again. But they
had not gone far, but thoughts began to work in their minds that no
mercy as yet was intended by the Prince to Mansoul; so they went
to the place where the prisoners lay bound; but these workings of
mind about what would become of Mansoul, had such strong power
over them, that by that they were come unto them that sent them,
they were scarce able to deliver their message.

But they came at length to the gates of the town--now the townsmen
with earnestness were waiting for their return--where many met
them, to know what answer was made to the petition. Then they cried
out to those that were sent, What news from the Prince? and what
hath Emmanuel said? But they said that they must, as before, go
up to the prison, and there deliver their message. So away they
went to the prison, with a multitude at their heels. Now, when
they were come to the grates of the prison, they told the first
part of Emmanuel's speech to the prisoners; to wit, how he reflected
upon their disloyalty to his Father and himself, and how they
had chose and closed with Diabolus, had fought for him, hearkened
to him, and been ruled by him, but had despised him and his men.
This made the prisoners look pale; but the messengers proceeded,
and said, He, the Prince, said, moreover, that yet he would consider
your petition, and give such answer thereto as would stand with his
glory. And as these words were spoken, Mr. Wet-eyes gave a great
sigh. At this they were all of them struck into their dumps, and
could not tell what to say. Fear also possessed them in a marvelous
manner; and death seemed to sit upon some of their eyebrows.[196]
Now, there was in the company a notable sharp-witted fellow,
a mean man of estate, and his name was old Inquisitive. This man
asked the petitioners if they had told out every whit of what
Emmanuel said. And they answered, Verily, no. Then said Inquisitive,
I thought so, indeed. Pray, what was it more that he said unto
you? Then they paused awhile; but at last they brought out all,
saying, The Prince did bid us bid Captain Boanerges and Captain
Conviction bring the prisoners down to him to-morrow; and that
Captain Judgment and Captain Execution should take charge of
the castle and town till they should hear further from him. They
said also that when the Prince had commanded them thus to do, he
immediately turned his back upon them, and went into his royal
pavilion.

But O how this return, and specially this last clause of it, that
the prisoners must go out to the Prince into the camp, brake all
their loins in pieces! Wherefore, with one voice, they set up a
cry that reached up to the heavens.[197] This done, each of the
three prepared himself to die; and the Recorder [conscience] said
unto them, This was the thing that I feared; for they concluded
that to-morrow, by that the sun went down, they should be tumbled
out of the world. The whole town also counted of no other but
that, in their time and order, they must all drink of the same
cup. Wherefore the town of Mansoul spent that night in mourning,
and sackcloth, and ashes. The prisoners also, when the time was
come for them to go down before the Prince, dressed themselves in
mourning attire, with ropes upon their heads.[198] The whole town
of Mansoul also showed themselves upon the wall, all clad in mourning
weeds, if, perhaps, the Prince, with the sight thereof, might be
moved with compassion. But O how the busy-bodies [vain thoughts]
that were in the town of Mansoul did now concern themselves! They
did run here and there through the streets of the town by companies,
crying out as they ran in tumultuous wise, one after one manner,
and another the quite contrary, to the almost utter distraction
of Mansoul.

Well, the time is come that the prisoners must go down to the camp,
and appear before the Prince. And thus was the manner of their
going down. Captain Boanerges went with a guard before them, and
Captain Conviction came behind, and the prisoners went down bound in
chains in the midst; so, I say, the prisoners went in the midst,
and the guard went with flying colours behind and before, but the
prisoners went with drooping spirits.

Or, more particularly, thus:

The prisoners went down all in mourning; they put ropes upon
themselves; they went on smiting themselves on the breasts, but
durst not lift up their eyes to heaven. Thus they went out at the
gate of Mansoul, till they came into the midst of the Prince's
army, the sight and glory of which did greatly heighten their
affliction. Nor could they now longer forbear, but cry out aloud,
O unhappy men! O wretched men of Mansoul! Their chains still mixing
their dolorous notes with the cries of the prisoners, made noise
more lamentable.[199]