Apol. Then Apollyon strodled quite over the whole breadth of the way, and said, I am void of fear in this matter, prepare thyself to dye; for I swear thou shalt go no further; here will I spill thy soul.

And with that he threw a flaming Dart at his brest, but Christian had a Shield in his hand, with which he caught it, and so prevented the danger of that.

Then did Christian draw, for he saw ’twas time to bestir him:  and Apollyon as fast made at him, throwing Darts as thick as Hail; by the which, notwithstanding all that Christian could do to avoid it, Apollyon wounded him in his head, his hand, and foot.  This made Christian give a little back; Apollyon therefore followed his work amain, and Christian again took courage, and resisted as manfully as he could.  This sore Combat lasted for above half a day, even till Christian was almost quite spent.  For you must know that Christian, by reason of his wounds, must needs grow weaker and weaker.

Then Apollyon espying his opportunity, began to gather up close to Christian, and wrestling with him, gave him a dreadful fall; and with that Christian’s Sword flew out of his hand.  Then said Apollyon, I am sure of thee now:  and with that he had almost prest him to death, so that Christian began to despair of life.  But as God would have it, while Apollyon was fetching of his last blow, thereby to make a full end of this good Man, Christian nimbly reached out his hand for his Sword, and caught it, saying, Rejoyce not against me, O mine Enemy! when I fall I shall arise; and with that gave him a deadly thrust, which made him give back, as one that had received his mortal wound:  Christian perceiving that, made at him again, saying, Nay, in all these things we are more then Conquerours.  And with that Apollyon spread forth his Dragon’s wings, and sped him away, that Christian for a season saw him no more.

In this Combat no man can imagine, unless he had seen and heard as I did, what yelling and hideous roaring Apollyon made all the time of the fight; he spake like a Dragon:  and on the other side, what sighs and groans brast from Christian’s heart.  I never saw him all the while give so much as one pleasant look, till he perceived he had wounded Apollyon with his two-edged Sword; then indeed he did smile, and look upward; but ’twas the dreadfullest sight that ever I saw.

So when the Battel was over, Christian said, I will here give thanks to him that hath delivered me out of the mouth of the Lion, to him that did help me against Apollyon.  And so he did, saying,—­

  “Great Beelzebub, the Captain of this Fiend,
  Design’d my ruin; therefore to this end
  He sent him harnest out:  and he with rage
  That hellish was, did fiercely me ingage: 
  But blessed Michael helped me, and I
  By dint of Sword did quickly make him fly. 
  Therefore to him let me give lasting praise,
  And thank and bless his holy name always.”