Now this I should have told you before, that even then, when this Ill-pause was making his speech to the townsmen, my Lord Innocency fell right where he stood, and he could not be revived. (I don’t know why he fell; perhaps by a shot from the camp of the giant, or from some sinking sickness that suddenly took him, or whether by the stinking breath of that treacherous villain, old Ill-pause, for so I am most apt to think). Thus, these two brave men died, Captain Resistance and Lord Innocency— brave men, I call them; for they were the beauty and glory of Mansoul, as long as they lived there. Absent now was a noble spirit in Mansoul; they all fell down and yielded obedience to Diabolus; they became his slaves and subjects, as you shall hear.
Now these two great nobles being dead, the rest of the townsfolk were like men who found a fool’s paradise. As was hinted before, they shortly fell to prove the truth of the giant’s words. First, they did as Ill-pause had taught them; they looked— that is, they were captivated with the forbidden fruit; they took thereof, and ate the fruit; and having eaten, they shook, because the fruit made them immediately drunk. So, they opened both the Ear-gate and Eye-gate and let Diabolus enter with all his troops; and the townsfolk had quite forgotten their good Shaddai, His law, and the judgment with solemn threatening He had attached to the tree if its command was broken.
