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.
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