am more fit for death, than to stand and talk to my Lord. But oh,
the joy it is to me to be here!

Good-will.--We keep none out that knock at this gate, let them
have done what they may ere they came here; for they are 'in no
wise cast out.' So, good Christian, come with me, and I will
teach you the way you must go. Look in front. That is the way
which was laid down by Christ and the wise men of old, and it is
as straight as a rule can make it.

Christian.--But is there no turn or bend by which one who knows
not the road might lose his way?

Good-will.--My friend, there are not a few that lead down to it,
and these paths are wide: yet by this you may judge the right
from the wrong--the right are straight and are by no means wide.

Then I saw in my dream that Christian said: Could you not help me
off with this load on my back?--for as yet he had not got rid of
it. He was told: As to your load, you must bear it till you come
to the place of Deliverance, for there it will fall from your
back.

Then Christian would have set off on the road; but Good-will
said: Stop a while and let me tell you that when you have gone
through the gate you will see the house of Mr. Interpreter, at
whose door you must knock, and he will show you good things. Then
Christian took leave of his friend, who bade him God speed.

He now went on till he came to the house at the door of which he