In this worlde it is not, I tell the so, I am sent for an other way to go, Another to deceyve in this same wyse 450 As I have done the, and all to his soules And all my lyfe I have had joye and pleasure Thou traytour to God, that hast deceyved me in the, Therfore I pray the go with me; And caught me in thy snare. GOODES. Mary10, thou brought thy self in care, For, paraventure, thou mayst before God al- Wherof I am gladde; myghty My rekenynge helpe to clene, and puryfye, 410 I must nedes laugh, I can not be sadde. EVERYMAN. A! Good, thou hast had longe my hertely love; That money maketh all ryght that is wronge. I gave the that whiche sholde be the Lordes GOODES. Nay, Everyman, I synge an other songe; I folowe no man in suche vyages, Thou sholdes fare moche the worse for me: 421 EVERYMAN. That wolde greve me full sore, Whan I sholde come to that ferefull answere. Up! let us go thyther to gyder. above: But wylte thou not go with me in dede? 460 GOODES. No, so God me spede; mone For to go with me in that hevy journaye? GOODES. Nay, not so: I am to brytell2, I And also they gave me wordes fayre,— I wyll folowe [no] man one fote be ye sure. EVERYMAN. Alas, I have the loved, and had grete pleasure All my lyfe dayes on good and treasure. GOODES. That is to thy dampnacyon without lesynge3, 429 For my love is contrary to the love everlastynge; 470 They lacked no fayre spekynge; | For my Goodes sharpely dyd me tell But yf thou had me loved moderately durynge Thus may I well my selfe hate. As to the poore gyve parte of me, Than sholdest thou not in this dolour be, Of whome shall I now counseyll take? EVERYMAN. Lo, now was I deceyved or I But, alas, she is so weke GOODES. Therfore to thy soule Good is a And you do by me14 that journay with you wyl! EVERYMAN. Therefore I come to you my But, I pray you, gyve me cognycyon+ moone to make. I pray you that ye wyll go with me. EVERYMAN. you fall? Why, is there ony thynge on 540 Where dwelleth that holy man Confessyon? GOOD-DEDES. Ye, syr, I may thanke you of For he is in good conceyte5 with God almyghty. If ye had parfytely chered1 me, Your boke of counte full redy had be. 500 EVERY MAN. Wasshe fro me the spottes of vyce unclene, Loke, the bokes of your workes and dedes eke That on me no synne may be sene; A se how they lye under the fete, To your soules hevynes. EVERYMAN. Our Lord Jesus, helpe me, For one letter here I can not se. 549 I come with Knowlege for my redempeyon, GOOD-DEDES. There is a blynde rekenynge in Now I praye you, Shryftes, moder of sal tyme of dystress. EVERYMAN. vacyon, Good-dedes, I praye you helpe Helpe my good dedes for my pyteous ex me in this nede, Or elles I am for ever dampned in dede; 510 That kynge is, and was, and ever shall. clamacyon. CONFESSYON. I knowe your sorowe well, Bycause with Knowlege ye come to me, I wyll you comforte as well as I can; GOOD-DEDES. Everyman, I am sory of your And a precyous jewell I wyll gyve the, fall, And fayne wolde I helpe you, and I were able. EVERYMAN. Good-dedes, your counseyll pray you gyve me. GOOD-DEDES. That shall I do veryly, In thy moost nede to go by thy syde. And am hole content with this good thynge, GOOD-DEDES. there, Here shall you receyve that scourge of me To remembre thy Savyour was scourged for the Knowledge, kepe hym in this vyage, But in ony wyse be seker of mercy, For your tyme draweth fast; and ye wyll saved be, And whan he hath brought you Aske God merey, and he wyll graunte truely: Whan with the scourge of penaunce man doth hym bynde, Where thou shalte hele the of thy smarte. Than go you with your rekenynge and your good dedes togyder, For to make you joyfull at herte Before the blessyd Trynyte. EVERYMAN. My Good-dedes, gramercy; I am well content certaynly With your wordes swete. KNOWLEDGE. Now go we togyder lovyngly To Confessyon, that clensynge ryvere. 530 571 The oyle of forgyvenes than shall he fynde. For now I wyll my penaunce begyn; KNOWLEDGE. Everyman, loke your penaunce EVERYMAN. For joy I wepe: I wolde we What payne that ever it to you be; were there; 1 entertained 2 be 3 creator 4 information 5 favor 6 absolution 7 expeller (voyce is probably an error) Receyve my prayers; unworthy in this hevy God seeth thy lyvynge in his trone above; lyfe Though I be, a synner moost abhomynable, Yet let my name be wryten in Moyses table.3 600 640 Put on this garment to thy behove", KNOWLEDGE. It is a garmente of sorowe, And, Lady, that I may by meane of thy prayer Fro payne it wyll you borowe7; Of your sones glory to be partynere, By the meanes of his passyon, I it crave; Contrycyon it is, That getteth forgyvenes, He pleasyth God passynge well. GOOD-DEDES. Everyman, wyll you were it for sone, Now blessyd be Jesu, Maryes For now have I on true contrycyon, Thus I bequeth you in the handes of our And lette us go now without taryenge.— Now may you make your rekenynge sure. 610 Therfore suffre now strokes of punysshynge; 650 Good-dedes, have we clere our rekenynge? GOOD-DEDES. Yet must thou led10 with t EVERYMAN. Who sholde they be? 660 And thy Beaute may not abyde behynde. EVERYMAN. Howe shall I gette them hyder? KYNREDE. You must call them all togyder, And they wyll here you in contynent1. And receyve of him in ony wyse The holy sacrament and oyntement togyder, EVERYMAN. My frendes, come hyder, and be Than shortly se ye tourne agayne hyder, present, Dyscrecyon, Strengthe, my Fyve-wyttes and BEAUTE. Here at your wyll we be all redy. What wyll ye that we sholde do? 671 GOOD-DEDES. That ye wolde with Everyman go, And helpe hym in his pylgrymage. Advyse you, wyll ye with him or not in that vyage? 710 FYVE-WYTTES. Ye, Everyman, hye you that ye redy were7. There is no Emperour, King, Duke, ne Baron As hath the leest preest in the worlde beynges; 719 He bereth the keyes, and thereof hath the cure. STRENGTHE. We wyll brynge hym all thyder togyder. EVERYMAN. thou be; And my Good-dedes, with Knowledge clere, Though thou wolde in batayle fyght on the And though it were thrugh the worlde rounde, DYSCRECYON. Everyman, advyse you fyrst of 690 Go with a good advysement and delyberacyon. Baptym, confyrmacyon, with preesthode good, And the sacrament of Goddes preeyous flesshe and blod, Maryage, the holy extreme unceyon10 and pen God wyll you to salvacyon brynge, EVERYMAN. My frendes, harken what I wyll The preest byndeth and unbyndeth all bandes tell; I praye God rewarde you in his heven spere. For I wyll make my testament Both in erthe and in heven. Thou mynystres11 all the sacramentes seven. In almes, halfe my good I wyll gyve with my Bute all onely preesthode. Every man, God gave preest that dygnyte 741 In the way of charyte with good entent, 700 And setteth them in his stede amonge us to And the other halfe styll shall remayne In queth to be retourned there it ought This I do in despyte of the fende of hell, Ever after and this daye. be. Thus be they above aungelles in degree. KNOWLEDGE. If preestes be good, it is so suerly, 750 But whan Jesu hanged on the crosse with grete smarte, KNOWLEDGE. Everyman, herken what I saye; There he gave out of his blessyd herte Go to presthode I you advyse, GOOD-DEDES. Me thynke, it is he in dede. EVERYMAN. Now Jesu be your alder spede+! I have receyved the sacrament for my redempeyon, BEAUTE. And what, sholde I smoder here? EVERYMAN. Ye, by my fayth, and never more appere! In this worlde lyve no more we shall, 800 I take my tappe9 in my lappe, and am gone. EVERYMAN. What, Beaute, whyder wyll ye? BEAUTE. Peas! I am defe, loke not behynde me, Not and thou woldest gyve me all the golde in thy chest. EVERYMAN. Alas! whereto may I truste? Beaute gothe fast awaye fro me. She promysed with me to lyve and dye. STRENGTHE. Everyman, I wyll the also forsake and denye, Thy game lyketh10 me not at all. EVERYMAN. Why than ye wyll forsake me all! Swete Strength, tary a lytell space. 810 And than myne extreme unccyon. STRENGTHE. Nay, syr, by the rode of grace, it! Though thou wepe to11 thy herte to brast12. EVERYMAN. Ye wolde ever byde by me, ye sayd. STRENGTHE. Ye, I have you ferre13 ynoughe conveyde. Ye be olde ynoughe, I understande, I go before there I wolde be. God be your I repent me, that I hyder came. gyde. 780 STRENGTH. Everyman, we wyll not fro you go Tyll we have done this vyage longe. DYSCRECYON. I, Dyscrecyon, wyll byde by you also. EVERYMAN. Strength, you to dysplease I am to blame; Wyll ye breke promyse that is dette11? STRENGTHE. In fayth, I care not! Thou arte but a foole to complayne; 820 KNOWLEDGE. And though this pylgrymage be You spende your speche, and wast your brayne; never so stronges I wyll never parte you fro. Everyman, I wyll be as sure by the As ever I dyde by Judas Machabee7. Go, thryst 15 the into the grounde! EVERYMAN. I had wende16 surer I shulde you have founde: He that trusteth in his Strength, EVERYMAN. Alas! I am so faynt I may not She hym deceyveth at the length; |