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100 Hang him, hang him! said Mr. Heady. A sorry scrub! said Mr. High-mind. My heart riseth against him, said Mr. Enmity. He is a rogue, said Mr. Liar. Hanging is too good for him, said Mr. Cruelty. Let us dispatch him out of the way, said Mr. Hate-light. Then said Mr. Implacable, Might I have all the world given me, I could not be reconciled to him; therefore let us forthwith bring him in guilty of death. And so they did; therefore he was presently condemned to be had from the place where he was to the place from whence he came, and there to be put to the most cruel death that could be invented.

They therefore brought him out, to do with him accordingto their law; and ﬁrst they scourged him, then they buffeted him, then they lanced his ﬂesh with knives; after that they stoned him with stones, then pricked him with their swords; and last of all they burned him to ashes at the stake. Thus came Faithful to his end.

Now I saw that there stood behind the multitude a chariot and a couple of horses waiting for Faithful, who (so soon as his adversaries had dispatched him) was taken up into it, and straightway was carried up through the clouds, with sound of trumpet, the nearest way to the Celestial Gate. But as for Christian, he had some respite, and was remanded back to prison; so he remained there for a space. But He who overrules all things, having the power of their rage in his own hand, so wrought it, about that Christian for that time escaped them, and went his way. And as he went, he sang, saying—

Now I saw in my dream that Christian went not forth alone; feathers was one whose name was Hopeful (being so