OBST. What, said Obstinate, and leave our friends and our comforts behind us!
CHR. Yes, said Christian, for that was his name, because that all which you shall forsake is not worthy to be compared with a little of that that I am seeking to enjoy; and if you will go along with me and hold it, you shall fare as I myself; for there where I go, is enough and to spare: Come away, and prove my words. Read it so, if you will, in my Book.
OBST. Tush, said Obstinate, away with your Book; will you go back with us or no?
CHR. No, not I, said the other, because I have laid my hand to the
Plow.
OBST. Come then, Neighbor Pliable, let us turn again, and go home without him.
PLI. Well, Neighbor Obstinate, said Pliable, I intend to go along with this good man, and to cast in my lot with him.
Now I saw in my Dream, that when Obstinate was gone back, Christian and Pliable went talking over the Plain.
They drew near to a very miry Slough, that was in the midst of the plain; and they, being heedless, did both fall suddenly into the bog. The name of the slough was Dispond. Here they wallowed for a time, being grievously bedaubed with the dirt; and Christian, because of the Burden that was on his back, began to sink in the mire.
PLI. Then said Pliable, Ah Neighbor Christian, where are you now?
CHR. Truly, said Christian, I do not know.