Now, as Christian
went on his way, he came to a little ascent, which was cast up on purpose that
pilgrims might see before them: up there, therefore, Christian went; and
looking forward, he saw Faithful before him upon his journey: Then said
Christian aloud, Ho, ho; so-ho; stay, and I will be your companion. At that
Faithful looked behind him; to whom Christian cried again, Stay, stay, till I
come up to you. But Faithful answered, No, I am upon my life, and the avenger
of blood is behind me.
At this Christian
was somewhat moved, and putting to all his strength, he quickly got up with
Faithful, and did also overrun him; so the last was first. Then did Christian
vaingloriously smile, because he had gotten the start of his brother; but not
taking good heed to his feet, he suddenly stumbled and fell, and could not rise
again until Faithful came up to help him.
Then I saw in my
dream, they went very lovingly on together, and had sweet discourse of all
things that had happened to them in their pilgrimage; and thus Christian began.
Christian: My
honored and well-beloved brother Faithful, I am glad that I have overtaken you,
and that God has so tempered our spirits that we can walk as companions in this
so pleasant a path.
Faithful: I had
thought, my dear friend, to have had your company quite from our town, but you
did get the start of me; wherefore I was forced to come thus much of the way
alone.
Christian: How
long did you stay in the city of Destruction before you set out after me on
your pilgrimage?
Faithful: Till I
could stay no longer; for there was a great talk presently after you were gone
out, that our city would, in a short time, with fire from heaven, be burnt down
to the ground.
Christian: What,
did your neighbors talk so?
Faithful: Yes, it
was for a while in every body’s mouth.
Christian: What,
and did no more of them but you come out to escape the danger?
Faithful: Though
there was, as I said, a great talk thereabout, yet I do not think they did
firmly believe it; for, in the heat of the discourse, I heard some of them
deridingly speak of you and of your desperate journey, for so they called this
your pilgrimage. But I did believe, and do still, that the end of our city will
be with fire and brimstone from above; and therefore I have made my escape.
Christian: Did
you hear no talk of neighbor Pliable?
Faithful: Yes,
Christian, I heard that he followed you till he came to the Slough of Despond,
where, as some said, he fell in; but he would not be known to have so done: but
I am sure he was soundly bedabbled with that kind of dirt.
Christian: And
what said the neighbors to him?
Faithful: He
hath, since his going back, been had greatly in derision, and that among all
sorts of people: some do mock and despise him, and scarce will any set him on
work. He is now seven times worse than if he had never gone out of the city.
Christian: But
why should they be so set against him, since they also despise the way that he
forsook?
Faithful: O, they
say, Hang him; he is a turncoat; he was not true to his profession! I think God
has stirred up even His enemies to hiss at him, and make him a proverb, because
he hath forsaken the way.
Christian: Had
you no talk with him before you came out?
Faithful: I met
him once in the streets, but he leered away on the other side, as one ashamed
of what he had done; So I spake not to him.
Christian: Well,
at my first setting out I had hopes of that man; but now I fear he will perish
in the overthrow of the city. For it has happened to him according to the true
proverb, The dog is turned to his vomit again, and the sow that was washed to
her wallowing in the mire.
Faithful: These
are my fears of him too; but who can hinder that which will be?
Christian: Well,
neighbor Faithful, said Christian, let us leave him, and talk of things that
more immediately concern ourselves. Tell me now what you have met with in the
way as you came; for I know you have met with some things, or else it may be
writ for a wonder.
Faithful: I
escaped the slough that I perceive you fell into, and got up to the gate
without that danger; only I met with one whose name was Wanton, that had like
to have done me mischief.
Christian: It was
well you escaped her net: Joseph was hard put to it by her, and he escaped her
as you did; but it had like to have cost him his life. But what did she do to you?
Faithful: You
cannot think (but that you know something) what a flattering tongue she had;
she lay at me hard to turn aside with her, promising me all manner of content.
Christian: Nay,
she did not promise you the content of a good conscience.
Faithful: You
know what I mean; all carnal and fleshly content.
Christian: Thank
God that you escaped her: the abhorred of the Lord shall fall into her pit.
Faithful: Nay, I
know not whether I did wholly escape her or no.
Christian: Why, I
trow you did not consent to her desires?
Faithful: No, not
to defile myself; for I remembered an old writing that I had seen, which said,
“Her steps take hold on Hell.” So I shut mine eyes, because I
would not be bewitched with her looks. Then she railed on me, and I went
my way.
