threw me, my sword flew out of my hand—nay, he told me he was sure of me; but I cried to God, and he heard me, and delivered me out of all my troubles. Then I entered into the Valley of the Shadow of Death, and had no light for almost half the way through it. I thought I should have been killed there over and over: but, at last day brake, and the sun arose and I went through that which was behind with far more ease and quiet.
Moreover, I saw in my dream, that, as they went on, Faithful, as he chanced to look on one aide, saw a man whose name was Talkative, walking at a distance beside them; for in this place there was room enough for them all to walk. He was a tall man, and something more comely at a distance than at hand. To this man Faithful addressed himself in this manner:
Faith. Friend, whither away? Are a you going to the heavenly country?
Talk I am going to that same place.
Faith. That is well: then I hope we may have your good company.
Talk. With a very good will, will I be your companion.
Faith. Come on, then, and let us go together, and let: us spend our time in discoursing of things that are profitable.
Talk. To talk of things that are good, tome is very acceptable, with yen, on with any other; and I am glad that I have met with those that incline to so good a work: for, to speak the truth, there are but few who care thus to spend their time as they are in their travels, but choose much rather to be speaking: of things to no profit; and this hath been a trouble to me.
Faith. That is, indeed, a thing to be lamented; for what things so worthy the used the tongue and month of men on earth as are the things of the God of heaven?
Talk. I like you wonderful well for your saying is full of conviction and I will add what thing is pleasant, and
