And, however laden with royal presents he ever returned to his mean cottage, he never laid aside his rope.

He ate in his rope, he slept in his rope, he visited his next-door neighbour in his rope, till the only instruction he left behind him was to bury him in a ditch, and be sure to put his rope upon his head.

The men and the boys of the town jeered at Mr.Desires- awake as he passed up their streets in his rope, and the very mothers in Mansoul taught their children in arms to run after him and to cry, Go up, thou roped head! Go up, thou roped head! We be free men, the men of the town called after him; and we never were in bondage to any man'.

Out with him; out with him! He is beside himself.

Much repentance hath made him mad! But through all that Mr.Desires-awake was as one that heard them not.