'Our wisdom is gone, our power is gone, because thou art departed
from us; nor have we what we may call ours but sin, shame, and
confusion of face for sin. Take pity upon us, O Lord, take pity
upon us, thy miserable town of Mansoul, and save us out of the
hands of our enemies. Amen.'
This petition, as was touched afore, was handed by the Lord
Secretary, and carried to the court by the brave and most stout
Captain Credence. Now he carried it out at Mouth-gate, (for that,
as I said, was the sally-port of the town,) and he went and came to
Emmanuel with it. Now how it came out, I do not know; but for
certain it did, and that so far as to reach the ears of Diabolus.
Thus I conclude, because that the tyrant had it presently by the
end, and charged the town of Mansoul with it, saying, 'Thou
rebellious and stubborn-hearted Mansoul, I will make thee to leave
off petitioning. Art thou yet for petitioning? I will make thee
to leave.' Yea, he also knew who the messenger was that carried
the petition to the Prince, and it made him both to fear and rage.
Wherefore he commanded that his drum should be beat again, a thing
that Mansoul could not abide to hear: but when Diabolus will have
his drum beat, Mansoul must abide the noise.
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