in Mansoul for his own delight and pleasure; this now was become a
den and hold for the giant Diabolus.

Now, having got possession of this stately palace or castle, what
doth he but makes it a garrison for himself, and strengthens and
fortifies it with all sorts of provision, against the King Shaddai,
or those that should endeavour the regaining of it to him and his
obedience again.

This done, but not thinking himself yet secure enough, in the next
place he bethinks himself of new modelling the town; and so he
does, setting up one, and putting down another at pleasure.
Wherefore my Lord Mayor, whose name was my Lord Understanding, and
Mr. Recorder, whose name was Mr. Conscience, these he put out of
place and power.

As for my Lord Mayor, though he was an understanding man, and one
too that had complied with the rest of the town of Mansoul in
admitting the giant into the town, yet Diabolus thought not fit to
let him abide in his former lustre and glory, because he was a
seeing man. Wherefore he darkened him, not only by taking from him
his office and power, but by building a high and strong tower, just
between the sun's reflections and the windows of my lord's palace;
by which means his house and all, and the whole of his habitation,
were made as dark as darkness itself. And thus, being alienated
from the light, he became as one that was born blind. To this, his
house, my lord was confined as to a prison; nor might he, upon his
parole, go farther than within his own bounds. And now, had he had
a heart to do for Mansoul, what could he do for it, or wherein
could he be profitable to her? So then, so long as Mansoul was