Welsh literature -- 18th century; Welsh literature -- Translations into English; Wynne, Ellis, 1671-1734
let me go free into the world once more to roam about uncensured; and if
I bring you not twenty adulterers for every year I am out, mete me what
punishment you list.” Nevertheless the verdict went against her, and she
was doomed to live a hundred long years under chastisement, that she
might be more careful a second time. Presently, another devil entered,
pushing to the front a man. “Here is a fine messenger,” he said, “who
wandering the other night in his old neighbourhood above, saw a thief
stealing a stallion, but could not help him even to catch the foal
without showing himself; and the thief, when he saw him, abandoned that
career for ever.” “Begging the court’s pardon,” said the man, “if the
thief’s child was endowed with power from above to see me, could I help
that? Moreover, this is only a single case; ’t is not a hundred years
since that day which put an end to all my hopes for ever, and how many of
my own family and of my neighbours have I enticed here after me in that
time? Perdition hold me, if I am not as dutiful to my trade as the best
of you, but the wisest is sometimes at fault.” Then said Lucifer: “Throw
him into the school of the fairies, who are still under castigation for
their mischievous tricks in days gone by, when they were wont to strangle
and threaten their neighbours, and so awaken them from their torpor; for
their fear probably had more influence upon them than forty sermons.”
Then came four constables, an accuser, and fifteen of the damned,
dragging forward two devils. “Lest you lay the blame of every wrongful
service upon the children of Adam,” said the accuser, “here are two of
your old angels who misspent their time above as much as the two who were
last before the court. Here is a rogue quite as worthless as that one at
Shrewsbury the other day, when the Interlude of _Doctor Faustus_ was
being played, amidst all manner of most wanton and lascivious revelries,
and where many things were going on conducive to the welfare of your
realm; when they were busiest, the devil himself appeared to play his
part, and so drove all away from pleasure to prayers. Even so this one,
in his wanderings over the world: he heard some people talk of walking
round the church {104} to see their sweethearts, and what should the fool
do but show himself to the simpletons in his own natural form, and though
their fright was great they recovered their senses, and made a vow to
leave that vanity for ever; whereas had he only assumed the form of some
vile jades, they would have held themselves bound to accept those; and so
the foul fiend might have been master of the household with both parties,
since he himself had mated them. And here is another, who went, last
Twelfth Night, to visit two Welsh lasses who were turning their shifts,
and instead of enticing them to wantonness in the form of a fair youth,
to one he took a bier, to make her thoughts more serious; to the other,
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