the Prince. How is it, then, that you have left your king? Were
it not that I have a hope that you may do me more good, I would
strike you to the ground with one blow.

Christian.--I was born in your realm, it is true, but you drove
us too hard, and your wage was such as no man could live on.

Apollyon.--No prince likes to lose his men, nor will I as yet
lose you; so if you will come back, what my realm yields I will
give you.

Christian.--But I am bound by vows to the King of Kings; and how
can I, to be true, go back with you?

Apollyon.--You have made a change, it seems, from bad to worse;
but why not give Him the slip, and come back with me?

Christian.--I gave Him my faith, and swore to be true to Him: how
can I go back from this?

Apollyon.--You did the same to me, and yet I will pass by all, if
you will but turn and go back.

Then, when Apollyon saw that Christian was stanch to his Prince,
he broke out in a great rage, and said, I hate that Prince, and I
hate his laws, and I am come out to stop you.

Christian.--Take heed what you do. I am on the King's high way to
Zion.