cannot do ſo. Here therefore, my Brother, is thy miſtake.
Hopef. I acknowledge it; but yet your ſevere reflection had almoſt made me angry
Chr. Why, I did but compare thee to ſome of the Birds that are of the brisker ſort, who will run to and fro in troden paths with the ſhell upon their heads: but paſs by that, and conſider the matter under debate, and all ſhall be well betwixt thee and me.
Hopef. But Chriſtian, Theſe three fellows, I am perſwaded in my heart, are but a company of Cowards: would they have run elſe, think you, as they did, at the noiſe of one that was coming on the road? Hopeful ſwaggers Why did not Little-faith pluck up a great heart? He might, methinks, have ſtood one bruſh with them, and have yielded when there had been no remedy.
Chr. That they are Cowards, many have ſaid, but few have found it ſo in the time of Trial. No great heart for God where there is but little faith As for a great heart, Little-faith had none; and I God where perceive by thee, my Brother, hadſt thou been the Man concerned, thou art but for a bruſh, and then to yield.
