STAND. Why, we are, as you see, upon the Enchanted Ground; and as I was coming along, I was musing with myself of what a dangerous road the road in this place was, and how many that had come even thus far on pilgrimage, had here been stopped and been destroyed. I thought also of the manner of the death with which this place destroyeth men. Those that die here die of no violent, painful disease: the death which such die is not grievous to them. For he that goeth away in such a sleep, begins that journey with desire and pleasure. Yea, such sink into the will of that disease. HON. Then Mr. Honest, interrupting of him, said, "Did you see the two men asleep in the arbor?" [Sidenote: STAND-FAST REPULSES MADAM] STAND. Ay, ay, I saw Heedless and Too-bold there; and, for aught I know, there they will lie till they rot. But let me go on in my tale. As I was thus musing, as I said, there was one in very pleasant attire, but old, who presented herself to me, and offered me three things; to wit, her body, her purse, and her bed. Now, the truth is, I was both aweary and sleepy; I am also as poor as an owlet, and that, perhaps, the witch knew. Well, I repulsed her once or twice; but she put by my repulses, and smiled. Then I began to be angry; but she mattered that nothing at all. Then she made offers again, and said, if I would be ruled by her, she would make me great and happy. "For," said she, "I am the mistress of the world, and men are made happy by me." Then I asked her name, and she told me it was Madam Bubble. This set me farther from her; but she still followed me with enticements. Then I betook me, as you saw, to my knees; and, with hands lift up, and cries, I prayed to Him that had said He would help. So, just as you came up, the gentlewoman went her way. Then I continued to give thanks for this my great deliverance; for I verily believe she intended no good, but rather sought to make stop of me in my journey. HON. Without doubt her designs were bad. But stay: now you talk of her, methinks I either have seen her, or have read some story of her. STAND. Perhaps you have done both. HON. Madam Bubble? Is she not a tall, comely dame, somewhat of a swarthy complexion? STAND. Right, you hit it: she is just such a one. HON. Does she not speak very smoothly, and give you a smile at the end of a sentence? STAND. You fall right upon it again, for these are her very actions. HON. Doth she not wear a great purse by her side, and is not her hand often in it, fingering her money, as if that was her heart's delight? STAND. 'Tis just so. Had she stood by all this while, you could not more amply have set her forth before me, nor have better described her features. HON. Then he that drew her picture was a good artist, and he that wrote of her said true. [Sidenote: MADAM BUBBLE'S INFLUENCE]