2.  But, with all that, Mr. Desires-awake never went out to his Prince’s pavilion till he had again put his rope upon his head.  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.  For Mr. Desires-awake was full of louder voices within.  The voices within his bosom quite drowned the babel around him.  The voices within called him far worse names than the streets of the city ever called him; till all he could do was to draw his rope down upon his head and press on again to the Prince’s pavilion.  You understand about that rope, my brethren, do you not?  Mr. Desires-awake’s continual rope?  In old days when a guilty man came of his own accord to the judge to confess himself deserving of death, he would put a rope upon his head.  And that rope as much as said to the judge and to all men—­the miserable man as good as said:  This is my desert.  This is the wages of my sin.  I justify my judge.  I judge myself.  I hereby do myself to death.  And it was this that so angered the happy holiday-makers of Mansoul.  For they forgave themselves.  They justified themselves.  They put a high price upon themselves.  Humiliation and sorrow for sin was not in all their thoughts; and they hated and hunted back into his hut the humble man whose gait and garb always reminded them of their past life and of their latter end.  But for all they could do, Mr. Desires-awake would wear his rope.  My soul chooseth strangling rather than sin, he would say.  My sin hath found me out, he would say; I hate myself, he would say, because of my sin.  I condemn and denounce myself.  I hang myself up with this rope on the accursed tree.  And thus it was that while other men were crucifying their Prince afresh, Mr. Desires-awake was crucifying himself with and after his Prince.  And thus it was that while the men and the women of the town so hated and so mocked Mr. Desires-awake, his Prince so loved and so honoured him.