Everyman :
A. C. Cawley

Scene 7

Eueryman.
A, Iesus, is all come here-to?
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Lo, fayre wordes maketh fooles fayne;
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They promyse, and nothynge wyll do, certayne.
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My kynnesmen promysed me faythfully
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For to a-byde with me stedfastly,
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And now fast a-waye do they flee.
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Euen so Felawshyp promysed me.
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What frende were best me of to prouyde?
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I lose my tyme here longer to abyde.
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Yet in my mynde a thynge there is:
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All my lyfe I haue loued ryches;
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If that my Good now helpe my myght,
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He wolde make my herte full lyght.
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I wyll speke to hym in this dystresse.
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Where arte thou, my Gooddes and ryches?
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