World. Hadst thou but patience to hear, I could direct thee to obtain that, without running into any of these dangers.
Christian. Pray, Sir, open this secret to me.
World. Why, in yonder village there lives a gentleman, whose name is Legality, a very judicious man, and of good credit and fashion: he has helped abundance of men off with such burthens as thine are.
Christian. Sir, which is my way to his house?
World. You must go by yonder high hill, and the first house you come at is his.
So Christian turned out of his way. But when he was got hard by the hill, it hung so much over the way, that he was afraid to venture on, lest it should fall upon his head. Wherefore he stood still, and knew not what to do. Likewise his burthen seemed heavier than before. There came also flashes of fire out of the hill, that made him afraid he should be burnt: insomuch that he now quaked for fear, and was sorry he came out of his way. And with that he saw Evangelist coming to meet him, at the sight of whom he blushed for shame: so he came up to him, and with a severe countenance said.
Evangelist. What dost thou here? To which he knew not what to answer, but stood speechless before him.
Evangelist. Art thou not the man whom I found crying without the walls of the city of Destruction?
Christian. Yes, Sir, I am.
Evangelist. Did I not direct thee to the little gate? How is it that thou art so quickly turned aside?