Everyman :
A. C. Cawley

Scene 5

Why askest thou?
Woldest thou wete?
Ye, syr. I wyll shewe you:
In grete hast I am sende to the
Fro God out of his mageste.
What, sente to me?
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Ye, certaynly.
Thoughe thou haue forgete hym here,
He thynketh on the in the heuenly spere,
As, or we departe, thou shalte knowe.
What desyreth God of me?
That shall I shewe the:
A rekenynge he wyll nedes haue
Without ony lenger respyte.
To gyue a rekenynge longer layser I craue;
This blynde mater troubleth my wytte.
On the thou must take a long iourney;
Therfore thy boke of counte with the thou brynge,
For tourne agayne thou can not by no waye.
And loke thou be sure of thy rekenynge,
For before God thou shalte answere, and shewe
Thy many badde dedes, and good but a fewe;
How thou hast spente thy lyfe, and in what wyse,
Before the chefe Lorde of paradyse.
Haue ado that thou were in that waye,
For wete thou well thou shalte make none attournay.
Full vnredy I am suche rekenynge to gyue.
I knowe the not. What messenger arte thou?
I am Dethe that no man dredeth—
For euery man I reste — and no man spareth;
For it is Goddes commaundement
That all to me sholde be obedyent.
O Deth, thou comest whan I had the leest in mynde!
In thy power it lyeth me to saue;
Yet of my good wyl I gyue the, yf thou wyl be kynde —
Ye, a thousande pounde shalte thou haue —
And dyfferre this mater tyll an other daye.
Eueryman, it may not be by no waye.
I set not by golde, syluer, nor rychesse,
Ne by pope / emperour / kynge / duke, ne prynces;
For, and I wolde receyue gyftes grete,
All the worlde I myght gete;
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But my custome is clene contrary.
I gyue the no respyte. Come hens, and not tary!
Alas, shall I haue no lenger respyte?
I may saye Deth gyueth no warnynge!
To thynke on the, it maketh my herte seke,
For all vnredy is my boke of rekenynge.
But xii. yere and I myght haue a-bydynge,
My countynge-boke I wolde make so clere
That my rekenynge I sholde not nede to fere.
Wherfore, Deth, I praye the, for Goddes mercy,
Spare me tyll I be prouyded of remedy.
The auayleth not to crye, wepe, and praye;
But hast the lyghtly that thou were gone that iournaye,
And preue thy frendes yf thou can.
For wete thou well the tyde abydeth no man,
And in the worlde eche lyuynge creature
For Adams synne must dye of nature.
Dethe, yf I sholde this pylgrymage take,
And my rekenynge suerly make,
Shewe me, for saynt charyte,
Sholde I not come agayne shortly?
No, Eueryman; and thou be ones there,
Thou mayst neuer more come here,
Trust me veryly.
O gracyous God in the hye sete celestyall,
Haue mercy on me in this moost nede!
Shall I haue no company fro this vale terestryall
Of myne acqueyntaunce, that way me to lede?
Ye, yf ony be so hardy
That wolde go with the and bere the company.
Hye the that thou were gone to Goddes magnyfycence,
Thy rekenynge to gyue before his presence.
What, wenest thou thy lyue is gyuen the,
And thy worldely gooddes also?
I had wende so, veryle.
Nay, nay, it was but lende the;
For as soone as thou arte go,
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Another a whyle shall haue it, and than go ther-fro,
Euen as thou hast done.
Eueryman, thou arte made! Thou hast thy wyttes fyue,
And here on erthe wyll not amende thy lyue;
For sodeynly I do come.
O wretched caytyfe, wheder shall I flee,
That I myght scape this endles sorowe?
Now, gentyll Deth, spare me tyll to-morowe,
That I may amende me
With good aduysement.
Naye, therto I wyll not consent,
Nor no man wyll I respyte;
But to the herte sodeynly I shall smyte
Without ony aduysement.
And now out of thy syght I wyll me hy.
Se thou make the redy shortely,
For thou mayst saye this is the daye
That no man lyuynge may scape a-way.
Alas, I may well wepe with syghes depe!
Now haue I no maner of company
To help me in my iourney, and me to kepe;
And also my wrytynge is full vnredy.
How shall I do now for to exscuse me?
I wolde to God I had neuer be gete!
To my soule a full grete profyte it had be,
For now I fere paynes huge and grete.
The tyme passeth. Lorde, helpe, that all wrought!
For though I mourne, it auayleth nought.
The day passeth and is almoost ago;
I wote not well what for to do.
To whome were I best my complaynt to make?
What and I to Felawshyp therof spake,
And shewed hym of this sodeyne chaunce?
For in hym is all muyne affyaunce;
We haue in the worlde so many a daye
Be good frendes in sporte and playe.
I se hym yonder, certaynely.
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I trust that he wyll bere me company;
Therfore to hym wyll I speke to ese my sorowe.
Well mette, Good Felawshyp, and good morowe!
Felawshyp speketh.
Eueryman, good morowe, by this daye!
Syr, why lokest thou so pyteously?
If ony thynge be a-mysse, I praye the me saye,
That I may helpe to remedy.
Ye, good Felawshyp, ye,
I am in greate ieoparde.
My true frende, shewe to me your mynde.
I wyll not forsake the to my lyues ende,
In the waye of good company.
That was well spoken and louyngly.
Syr, I must nedes knowe your heuynesse;
I haue pyte to se you in ony dystresse.
If ony haue you wronged, ye shall reuenged be,
Thoughe I on the grounde be slayne for the, [signature B.i]
Though that I knowe before that I sholde dye.
Veryly, Felawshyp, gramercy.
Tusshe! by thy thankes I set not a strawe.
Shewe me your grefe, and saye no more.
If I my herte sholde to you breke,
And than you to tourne your mynde fro me
And wolde not me comforte whan ye here me speke,
Than sholde I ten tymes soryer be.
Syr, I saye as I wyll do in dede.
Than be you a good frende at nede.
I haue founde you true here-before.
And so ye shall euermore;
For, in fayth, and thou go to hell,
I wyll not forsake the by the waye.
Ye speke lyke a good frende; I byleue you well
I shall deserue it, and I maye.
I speke of no deseruynge, by this daye!
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For he that wyll saye, and nothynge do,
Is not worthy with good company to go;
Therfore shewe me the grefe of your mynde,
As to your frende moost louynge and kynde.
I shall shewe you how it is:
Commaunded I am to go a iournaye,
A longe waye harde and daungerous,
And gyue a strayte counte, without delaye,
Before the hye Iuge, Adonay.
Wherfore, I pray you, bere me company,
As ye haue promysed, in this iournaye.
That is mater in dede! Promyse is duty;
But, and I sholde take suche a vyage on me,
I knowe it well, it sholde be to my payne;
Also it maketh me aferde, certayne.
But let vs take counsell here as well as we can,
For your wordes wolde fere a stronge man.
Why, ye sayd yf I had nede
Ye wolde me neuer forsake, quycke ne deed,
Thoughe it were to hell, truely.
So I sayd, certaynely,
But suche pleasures be set a-syde, the sothe to saye;
And also, yf we toke suche a iournaye,
Whan sholde we agayne come?
Naye, neuer agayne tyll the daye of dome.
In fayth, than wyll not I come there!
Who hath you these tydynges brought?
In dede, Deth was with me here.
Now, by God that all hathe bought,
If Deth were the messenger,
For no man that is lyuynge to-daye
I wyll not go that lothe iournaye —
Not for the fader that bygate me!
Ye promysed other wyse, parde.
I wote well I sayd so, truely;
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And yet, yf thou wylte ete & drynke & make good chere,
Or haunt to women the lusty company,
I wolde not forsake you whyle the daye is clere,
Trust me veryly.
Ye, therto ye wolde be redy!
To go to myrthe, solas, and playe
Your mynde wyll soner apply,
Than to bere me company in my longe iournaye.
Now, in good fayth, I wyll not that waye;
But and thou wyll murder, or ony man kyll,
In that I wyll helpe the with a good wyll.
O, that is a symple aduyse in dede. [signature B.ii]
Gentyll felawe, helpe me in my necessyte!
We haue loued longe, and now I nede;
And now, gentyll Felawshyp, remembre me.
Wheder ye haue loued me or no,
By Saynt Iohan I wyll not with the go!
Yet, I pray the, take the labour & do so moche for me
To brynge me forwarde, for saynt charyte,
And comforte me tyll I come without the towne.
Nay, and thou wolde gyue me a newe gowne,
I wyll not a fote with the go;
But, and thou had taryed, I wolde not haue lefte the so.
And as now God spede the in thy iournaye,
For from the I wyll departe as fast as I maye.
Wheder a-waye, Felawshyp? Wyll thou forsake me?
Ye, by my faye! To God I be-take the.
Farewell, good Felawshyp! For the my herte is sore.
A-dewe for euer! I shall se the no more.
In fayth, Eueryman, fare well now at the endynge!
For you I wyll remembre that partynge is mournynge.
A-lacke, shall wee thus departe in ded —
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A, Lady, helpe! — without ony more comforte?
Lo, Felawshyp forsaketh me in my moost nede.
For helpe in this worlde wheder shall I resorte?
Felawshyp here-before with me wolde mery make,
And now lytell sorowe for me dooth he take.
It is sayd, 'In prosperyte men frendes may fynde,
Whiche in aduersyte be full vnkynde.'
Now wheder for socoure shall I flee,
Syth that Felawshyp hath forsaken me?
To my kynnesmen I wyll, truely,
Prayenge them to helpe me in my necessyte.
I byleue that they wyll do so,
For kynde wyll crepe where it may not go.
I wyll go saye, for yonder I se them.
Where be ye now, my frendes and kynnesmen?