"Well, Ignorance, wilt thou yet foolish be,
To slight good counsel, ten times given thee?
And if thou yet refuse it, thou shalt know,
Ere long, the evil of thy doing so.
Remember, man, in time; stoop, do not fear;
Good counsel, taken well, saves; therefore hear:
But, if thou yet shalt slight it, thou wilt be
The loser, Ignorance, I'll warrant thee."
Then Christian addressed himself thus to his fellow:
Chris. Well, come, my good Hopeful; I perceive that thou and I must walk by ourselves again.
THE TWO PILGRIMS PROCEED
So I saw in my dream that they went on apace before, and Ignorance he came hobbling after. Then said Christian to his companion, "It pities me much for this poor man: it will certainly go ill with him at last."
Hope. Alas! there are abundance in our town in his condition, whole families, yea, whole streets, and that of pilgrims, too; and if there be so many in our parts, how many, think you, must there be in the place where he was born?
Chris. Indeed, the Word saith, "He hath blinded their eyes, lest they should see."
Hope. Well said; I believe you have said the truth. Are we now almost got past the Enchanted Ground?
Chris. Why, art thou weary of our talking?
Hope. No, verily; but that I would know where we are.