PLI. Then said _Pliable_, Ah Neighbor _Christian_, where are you now? CHR. Truly, said Christian, I do not know. PLI. At that Pliable began to be offended, and angerly said to his fellow, Is this the happiness you have told me all this while of? If we have such ill luck at our first setting out, what may we expect 'twixt this and our Journey's end? May I get out again with my life, you shall possess the Country alone. And with that he gave a desperate struggle or two, and got out of the mire on that side of the Slough which was next to his own house: so away he went, and Christian saw him no more. Wherefore Christian was left to tumble in the Slough of Dispond alone; he endeavoured to struggle to the side of the Slough, but could not get out, because of the Burden that was upon his back: But I beheld in my Dream, that a man came to him, whose name was Help, who said, Give me thy hand: so he gave him his hand, and he drew him out, and set him upon sound ground, and bid him go on his way. EVAN. What doest thou here, Christian? Art not thou the man that I found crying without the walls of the City of Destruction? CHR. Yes, dear Sir, I am the man. EVAN. Did not I direct thee the way to the little Wicket-gate? CHR. Yes, dear Sir, said Christian. EVAN. How is it then that thou art so quickly turned aside? for thou art now out of the way. CHR. I met with a Gentleman so soon as I had got over the Slough of Dispond, who persuaded me that I might, in the village before me, find a man that could take off my Burden. EVAN. What was he? CHR. He looked like a Gentleman, and talked much to me, and got me at last to yield; so I came hither: but when I beheld this Hill, and how it hangs over the way, I suddenly made a stand, lest it should fall on my head. EVAN. From this little Wicket-gate, and from the way thereto, hath this wicked man turned thee, to the bringing of thee almost to destruction; hate therefore his turning thee out of the way, and abhor thyself for hearkening to him. CHR. Sir, what think you? Is there hopes? May I now go back and go up to the Wicket-gate? Shall I not be abandoned for this, and sent back from thence ashamed? I am sorry I have hearkened to this man's counsel: But may my sin be forgiven? EVAN. Then said _Evangelist_ to him, Thy sin is very great, yet will the man at the Gate receive thee, for he has good-will for men. So _Christian_ went on with haste, neither spake he to any man by the way; and in process of time he got up to the Gate. Now over the Gate there was written, _Knock and it shall be opened unto you._ He knocked therefore more than once or twice, and at last there came a grave person to the gate named _Good-will_, who asked Who was there? and whence he came? and what he would have?