this way?

Christiana:--It was some of the fruit that grows there; I chid
him for it.

Skill:--I felt sure that it was some bad food; now that fruit
hurts more than all, for it is the fruit from Beelzebub's
grounds. Did no one warn you of it? Some fall down dead when they
eat it.

Then Christiana wept and said, What shall I do for my son? Pray,
Sir, try your best to cure him, let it cost what it may.

Then Skill gave strange drugs to him, which he would not take. So
Christiana put one of them to the tip of her tongue. Oh, Matthew,
said she, it is sweet, sweet as balm; if you love me, if you love
Mercy, if you love your life, do take it!

So in time he did, and felt grief for his sin. He quite lost the
pain, so that with a staff he could walk, and went from room to
room to talk with Mercy, Prudence, Piety and Charity.

Christiana:--Pray, Sir, what else are these Pills good for?

Skill:--They are good for all those that go on their way to The
Celestial City.

Christiana:--I pray of you to make me up a large box full of
them, for if I can get these, I will take none else.