Christiana:--Oh, my friend, if you did but know as much as I do,
I doubt not that you would be glad to go with me.

Timorous:--Pray what new lore have you got hold of that draws
your mind from your friends, and tempts you to go no one knows
where?

Christiana:--I dreamt last night that I saw Christian. Oh, that
my soul were with him now! The Prince of the place has sent for
me, through one who came to me at sun rise, and brought this note
to bid me go there; read it, I pray you.

Timorous:--Ah, how mad to run such risks! You have heard, I am
sure, from our friend Obstinate, what Christian met with on the
way, for he went with him; yea, and Pliable, too, till they, like
wise men, came back through fear. You heard how he met with the
beasts of prey and Apollyon, what he saw in the Valley of the
Shadow of Death, and more still that makes my hair stand on end
to hear of; think, too, of these four sweet boys who are your own
flesh and bone; and, though you should be so rash as to wish to
go, yet for their sale, I pray you keep at home.

But Christiana said: Tempt me not. I have now a chance put in my
hand to get gain, and in truth I should be a fool if I had not
the heart to grasp it. And these toils and snares that you tell
me of shall not keep me back; no, they serve but to show me that
I am in the right. Care must first be felt, then joy. So since
you came not to my house in God's name, as I said, I pray you to
be gone, and tempt me no more.