come through it?

When Christian told him the rest, he said: Ah, poor man! Is a world of
bliss such a small thing to him, that he did not think it worth while to
run a few risks to gain it?

Sir, said Christian, there is not much to choose twixt him and me. Then
he told Good-will how he had been led from the straight path by Mr.
Worldly Wiseman.

Good-will.--Oh, did he light on you? What! He would have had you seek
for ease at the hands of Mr. Legality. They are, in truth, both of them
cheats. And did you take heed of what he said?

Christian then told him all. But now that I am come, said he, I am more
fit for death, than to stand and talk to my Lord. But oh, the joy it is
to me to be here!

Good-will.--We keep none out that knock at this gate, let them have done
what they may ere they came here; for they are 'in no wise cast out.'
So, good Christian, come with me, and I will teach you the way you must
go. Look in front. That is the way which was laid down by Christ and the
wise men of old, and it is as straight as a rule can make it.

Christian.--But is there no turn or bend by which one who knows not the
road might lose his way?

Good-will.--My friend, there are not a few that lead down to it, and
these paths are wide: yet by this you may judge the right from the
wrong--the right are straight and are by no means wide.

Then I saw in my dream that Christian said: Could you not help me off
with this load on my back?--for as yet he had not got rid of it. He was
told: As to your load, you must bear it till you come to the place of
Deliverance, for there it will fall from your back.

Then Christian would have set off on the road; but Good-will said: Stop
a while and let me tell you that when you have gone through the gate you
will see the house of Mr. Interpreter, at whose door you must knock, and
he will show you good things. Then Christian took leave of his friend,
who bade him God speed.

He now went on till he came to the house at the door of which he was to
knock; this he did two or three times. At last one came to the door and
said: Who is there?

Christian.--I have come to see the good man of the house.

So in a short time Mr. Interpreter came to him and said: What would you
have?

Christian.--Sir, I am come from The City of Destruction, and am on my
way to Mount Zion. I was told by the man that stands at the gate, that
if I came here you would show me good things that would help me.

Then Interp