_Obstinate._ What are the things you seek, since you leave all the world to find them? _Christian._ I seek an _inheritance, incorruptible, undefiled, and that fadeth not away_? _Obstinate._ Tush, away with your cant. Will you go back with us or no? _Christian._ No, not I. I have _put my hand to the plough_. _Obstinate._ Come then, neighbour, let us go home without him. There is a company of these crazy coxcombs, that when they get a fancy by the end, are wiser in their own eyes than seven men that can render a reason. _Pliable._ Don’t revile. Who knows but what he says is true? I have almost a mind to go with him. _Obstinate._ What more fools still? Come back, come back. Who knows whither a madman may lead you? _Christian._ Nay, but come with me, to _the glory which shall be revealed_. And if you believe not me, read here in this book, the truth of which is confirmed by the blood of him that made it. _Pliable._ Neighbour _Obstinate_, I think I will go with this good man, and cast in my lot with him. _Obstinate._ Then get you gone. I will e’en go home. I will be no companion for such whimsical fellows. Now I saw in my dream, that when _Obstinate_ was gone back, _Christian_ and _Pliable_ went on talking together. _Pliable._ Come neighbour, since we are alone, tell me farther what the things are to which we are going. _Christian._ I can better conceive than speak them. There is _a kingdom that cannot be moved, a house eternal in the heavens_, where we _shall shine as the firmament, and as the stars for ever and ever_. _Pliable._ And what company shall we have there? _Christian._ There will be an _innumerable company of angels, ten thousand times ten thousand_, and thousands of saints, of holy men, out of every kindred and people, and nation. There we shall see those who were cut in pieces, burnt with fire, eaten with beasts, for the love they bore to the Lord of the place; having now overcome sin, and death, and pain, and put on immortality as a garment. _Pliable._ Glad am I to hear of these things. Come on let us mend our pace. Now I saw in my dream, that they drew nigh to a _slough_ that was in the midst of the plain, (it was called _Despond_) and being heedless, they both suddenly fell in. “Ah, neighbour, said _Pliable_, where are we now?” Truly, said _Christian_, I do not know. At this _Pliable_ was much offended, and said, “Is this the happiness you talked of all this while? If we have such ill speed at setting out, what may we not expect before our journey’s end? If I get out hence with my life, you shall have the brave country alone for me.” And with that he gave a desperate struggle or two and got out of the mire on the side next his own house. So away he went, and _Christian_ saw him no more.