Christian.--No, not I, for I have laid my hand to the plough.

Obstinate.--Come, friend Pliable, let us turn back and leave him;
there is a troop of such fools who, when they take up with a whim
by the end, are more wise in their own eyes than ten men who know
how to think.

Pliable.--Nay, do not scorn him; if what the good Christian says
is true, the things he looks to are of more worth than ours: my
heart leans to what he says.

Obstinate.--What! more fools still! Go back, go back, and be
wise.

Christian.--Nay, but do you come with your friend Pliable; there
are such things to be had as those I just spoke of, and more too.
If you give no heed to me, read here in this book which comes to
us from God, who could not lie.

Pliable.--Well, friend Obstinate, I think now I have come to a
point; and I mean to go with this good man, and to cast my lot in
with his. Then said he to Christian, Do you know the way to the
place you speak of?

Christian.--I am told by a man whose name is Evangelist, to do my
best to reach a gate that is in front of us, where I shall be
told how to find the way.

So they went on side by side.