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.
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