Welsh literature -- 18th century; Welsh literature -- Translations into English; Wynne, Ellis, 1671-1734
Lucifer had barely pronounced their sentence—that they should be driven
to the great glacier in the land of eternal ice, a doom that set their
teeth a-gnashing, even before they saw their prison, when suddenly, hell
again most marvellously resounded with the crash of terrible bolts, with
loud-rolling thunder, and with every noise of war. Lucifer loured and
grew pale; in a moment, there flew in a wry-footed imp, panting and
trembling. “What is the matter?” cried Lucifer. “A matter fraught with
the greatest peril for you since hell is hell,” said the dwarf, “all the
ends of the kingdom of darkness have risen up against you and against
each other, especially those between whom there was longstanding enmity,
who are already locked together fang to fang, so that it is impossible to
pull them apart. Soldiers have attacked the doctors for taking away
their trade of slaughter; a myriad userers have fallen upon the lawyers,
for claiming a share in the business of robbery; the busybodies and the
swindlers are tearing the gentlemen, limb-meal, for unnecessary swearing
and cursing, whereby they gained their living. Harlots and their
minions, and a million other old friends and former comrades have fallen
out with one another irreconcilably. But worst of all is the fray raging
between the misers and their own offspring, for wasting the goods and
money which, the old pinchfists aver, ‘cost us much pain on earth, and
here endless anguish.’ Their sons, on the other hand, cursing and
rending them outrageously, call for eternal ruin upon their heads for
leaving overmuch wealth to madden them with pride and riotous living,
when a little, under the blessing of heaven, would have rendered them
happy in both worlds.” “Enough, enough,” cried Lucifer, “there is more
need of arms than words. Return, sirrah, and play the spy in every watch
to find the where and why of this great negligence, for there’s some
treachery in the air we wot not of as yet.” The imp departed at his
bidding, and in the meantime Lucifer and his compeers arose in terror and
exceeding fear, and ordered the levying of the bravest armies of the
black angels; and having disposed them, he himself started foremost to
quell the rebellion, his chieftains and their hosts going other ways.
The royal army, like shafts of lightning across the hideous gloom,
advanced (and we in their rear); ere long the uproar falls upon their
ears; a fiendish bellower cries, “Silence, in the King’s name!” to no
purpose, it would be an easier task to hale apart old beavers than one of
these. But when Lucifer’s veterans dashed into their midst, the growls,
and blows, and battering lessened. “Silence in Lucifer’s name!” roared
the devil a second time. “What is this,” demanded the King, “and who are
these?” “Nothing, sire, but that in the general confusion, the drovers
came across the cuckolds, and set a-butting to prove whose horns were the
harder; it might have turned out seriously, had not your horned giants
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