Hope. Then said Hopeful to the Shepherds, I perceive that these had on them, even every one, a shew of Pilgrimage, as we have now; had they not?
Shep. Yes, and held it a long time too.
Hope. How far might they go on Pilgrimage in their day, since they notwithstanding were thus miserably cast away?
Shep. Some further, and some not so far as these Mountains.
Then said the Pilgrims one to another, We had need to cry to the Strong for strength.
Shep. Ay, and you will have need to use it when you have it too.
By this time the Pilgrims had a desire to go forwards, and the Shepherds a desire they should; so they walked together towards the end of the Mountains. Then said the Shepherds one to another, Let us here shew to the Pilgrims the Gates of the Cœlestial City, if they have still to look through our Perspective-Glass. The Pilgrims then lovingly accepted the motion; so they had them to the top of an high Hill, called Clear, and gave them their Glass to look.
Then they assayed to look, but the remembrance of that last thing that the Shepherds had shewed them, made their hands shake, by means of which impediment they could not look steddily through the Glass; yet they thought they saw something like the Gate, and also some of the Glory of the place. Then they went away.