Part 3
_Fellowship._ In faith, _Everyman_, farewell now at the end; For you I will remember that parting is mourning.
_Everyman._ Alack! shall we thus depart indeed? Our Lady, help, without any more comfort, Lo, _Fellowship_ forsaketh me in my most need: For help in this world whither shall I resort? _Fellowship_ herebefore with me would merry make; And now little sorrow for me doth he take. It is said, in prosperity men friends may find, Which in adversity be full unkind. Now whither for succour shall I flee, Sith that _Fellowship_ hath forsaken me? To my kinsmen I will truly, Praying them to help me in my necessity; I believe that they will do so, For kind will creep where it may not go. I will go say, for yonder I see them go. Where be ye now, my friends and kinsmen?
_Kindred._ Here be we now at your commandment. _Cousin_, I pray you show us your intent In any wise, and not spare.
_Cousin._ Yea, _Everyman_, and to us declare If ye be disposed to go any whither, For wete you well, we will live and die together.
_Kindred._ In wealth and woe we will with you hold, For over his kin a man may be bold.
_Everyman._ Gramercy, my friends and kinsmen kind. Now shall I show you the grief of my mind: I was commanded by a messenger, That is an high king's chief officer; He bade me go a pilgrimage to my pain, And I know well I shall never come again; Also I must give a reckoning straight, For I have a great enemy, that hath me in wait, Which intendeth me for to hinder.
_Kindred._ What account is that which ye must render? That would I know.
_Everyman._ Of all my works I must show How I have lived and my days spent; Also of ill deeds, that I have used In my time, sith life was me lent; And of all virtues that I have refused. Therefore I pray you go thither with me, To help to make mine account, for saint _charity_.
_Cousin._ What, to go thither? Is that the matter? Nay, _Everyman_, I had liefer fast bread and water All this five year and more.
_Everyman._ Alas, that ever I was bore![12] For now shall I never be merry If that you forsake me.
_Kindred._ Ah, sir; what, ye be a merry man! Take good heart to you, and make no moan. But one thing I warn you, by Saint Anne, As for me, ye shall go alone.
_Everyman._ My _Cousin_, will you not with me go?
_Cousin._ No, by our Lady; I have the cramp in my toe. Trust not to me, for, so God me speed, I will deceive you in your most need, _Kindred._ It availeth not us to tice. Ye shall have my maid with all my heart; She loveth to go to feasts, there to be nice, And to dance, and abroad to start: I will give her leave to help you in that journey, If that you and she may agree.
_Everyman._ Now show me the very effect of your mind. Will you go with me, or abide behind?
_Kindred._ Abide behind? yea, that I will and I may! Therefore farewell until another day.
_Everyman._ How should I be merry or glad? For fair promises to me make, But when I have most need, they me forsake. I am deceived; that maketh me sad.
_Cousin._ Cousin _Everyman_, farewell now, For verily I will not go with you; Also of mine own an unready reckoning I have to account; therefore I make tarrying. Now, God keep thee, for now I go.
_Everyman._ Ah, _Jesus_, is all come hereto? Lo, fair words maketh fools feign; They promise and nothing will do certain. My kinsmen promised me faithfully For to abide with me steadfastly, And now fast away do they flee: Even so _Fellowship_ promised me. What friend were best me of to provide? I lose my time here longer to abide. Yet in my mind a thing there is;-- All my life I have loved riches; If that my good now help me might, He would make my heart full light. I will speak to him in this distress.-- Where art thou, my _Goods_ and riches?
_Goods._ Who calleth me? _Everyman?_ what haste thou hast! I lie here in corners, trussed and piled so high, And in chests I am locked so fast, Also sacked in bags, thou mayst see with thine eye, I cannot stir; in packs low I lie. What would ye have, lightly me say.
_Everyman._ Come hither, _Good_, in all the haste thou may, For of counsel I must desire thee.
_Goods._ Sir, and ye in the world have trouble or adversity, That can I help you to remedy shortly.
_Everyman._ It is another disease that grieveth me; In this world it is not, I tell thee so. I am sent for another way to go, To give a straight account general Before the highest _Jupiter_ of all; And all my life I have had joy and pleasure in thee. Therefore I pray thee go with me, For, peradventure, thou mayst before God Almighty My reckoning help to clean and purify; For it is said ever among, That money maketh all right that is wrong.
_Goods._ Nay, _Everyman_, I sing another song, I follow no man in such voyages; For and I went with thee Thou shouldst fare much the worse for me; For because on me thou did set thy mind, Thy reckoning I have made blotted and blind, That thine account thou cannot make truly; And that hast thou for the love of me.
_Everyman._ That would grieve me full sore, When I should come to that fearful answer. Up, let us go thither together.
_Goods._ Nay, not so, I am too brittle, I may not endure; I will follow no man one foot, be ye sure.
_Everyman._ Alas, I have thee loved, and had great pleasure All my life-days on good and treasure.
_Goods._ That is to thy damnation without lesing, For my love is contrary to the love everlasting. But if thou had me loved moderately during, As, to the poor give part of me, Then shouldst thou not in this dolour be, Nor in this great sorrow and care.
_Everyman._ Lo, now was I deceived or I was ware, And all I may wyte[13] my spending of time.
_Goods._ What, weenest thou that I am thine?
_Everyman._ I had wend so.
_Goods._ Nay, _Everyman,_ I say no; As for a while I was lent thee, A season thou hast had me in prosperity; My condition is man's soul to kill; If I save one, a thousand I do spill; Weenest thou that I will follow thee? Nay, from this world, not verily.
_Everyman._ I had wend otherwise.
_Goods._ Therefore to thy soul _Good_ is a thief; For when thou art dead, this is my guise Another to deceive in the same wise As I have done thee, and all to his soul's reprief.
_Everyman._ O false _Good_, cursed thou be! Thou traitor to God, that hast deceived me, And caught me in thy snare.
_Goods._ Marry, thou brought thyself in care, Whereof I am glad, I must needs laugh, I cannot be sad.
_Everyman._ Ah, _Good_, thou hast had long my heartly love; I gave thee that which should be the Lord's above. But wilt thou not go with me in deed? I pray thee truth to say.
_Goods._ No, so God me speed, Therefore farewell, and have good day.
_Everyman._ O, to whom shall I make my moan For to go with me in that heavy journey? First _Fellowship_ said he would with me gone; His words were very pleasant and gay, But afterward he left me alone. Then spake I to my kinsmen all in despair, And also they gave me words fair, They lacked no fair speaking, But all forsake me in the ending. Then went I to my _Goods_ that I loved best, In hope to have comfort, but there had I least; For my _Goods_ sharply did me tell That he bringeth many into hell. Then of myself I was ashamed, And so I am worthy to be blamed; Thus may I well myself hate. Of whom shall I now counsel take? I think that I shall never speed Till that I go to my _Good-Deed_, But alas, she is so weak, That she can neither go nor speak; Yet will I venture on her now.-- My _Good-Deeds_, where be you?
_Good-Deeds._ Here I lie cold in the ground; Thy sins hath me sore bound, That I cannot stir.
_Everyman._ O, _Good-Deeds_, I stand in fear; I must you pray of counsel, For help now should come right well.
_Goods-Deeds._ _Everyman_, I have understanding That ye be summoned account to make Before _Messias_, of Jerusalem King; And you do by me[14] that journey what[15] you will I take.
_Everyman._ Therefore I come to you, my moan to make; I pray you, that ye will go with me.
_Good-Deeds._ I would full fain, but I cannot stand verily.
_Everyman._ Why, is there anything on you fall?
_Good-Deeds._ Yea, sir, I may thank you of all; If ye had perfectly cheered me, Your book of account now full ready had be. Look, the books of your works and deeds eke; Oh, see how they lie under the feet, To your soul's heaviness.
_Everyman._ Our Lord _Jesus_, help me! For one letter here I can not see.
_Good-Deeds._ There is a blind reckoning in time of distress!
_Everyman._ _Good-Deeds_, I pray you, help me in this need, Or else I am for ever damned indeed; Therefore help me to make reckoning Before the redeemer of all thing, That king is, and was, and ever shall.
_Good-Deeds._ _Everyman_, I am sorry of your fall, And fain would I help you, and I were able.
_Everyman._ _Good-Deeds_, your counsel I pray you give me.
_Good-Deeds._ That shall I do verily; Though that on my feet I may not go, I have a sister, that shall with you also, Called _Knowledge_, which shall with you abide, To help you to make that dreadful reckoning.
_Knowledge._ _Everyman_, I will go with thee, and be thy guide, In thy most need to go by thy side.
_Everyman._ In good condition I am now in every thing, And am wholly content with this good thing; Thanked be God my Creator.
_Good-Deeds._ And when he hath brought thee there, Where thou shalt heal thee of thy smart, Then go you with your reckoning and your _Good-Deeds_ together For to make you joyful at heart Before the blessed Trinity.
_Everyman._ My _Good-Deeds_, gramercy; I am well content, certainly, With your words sweet.
_Knowledge._ Now go we together lovingly, To _Confession_, that cleansing river.
_Everyman._ For joy I weep; I would we were there; But, I pray you, give me cognition Where dwelleth that holy man, _Confession_.
_Knowledge._ In the house of salvation: We shall find him in that place, That shall us comfort by God's grace. Lo, this is _Confession_; kneel down and ask mercy, For he is in good conceit with God almighty.
_Everyman._ O glorious fountain that all uncleanness doth clarify, Wash from me the spots of vices unclean, That on me no sin may be seen; I come with _Knowledge_ for my redemption, Repent with hearty and full contrition; For I am commanded a pilgrimage to take, And great accounts before God to make. Now, I pray you, _Shrift_, mother of salvation, Help my good deeds for my piteous exclamation.
_Confession._ I know your sorrow well, _Everyman_; Because with _Knowledge_ ye come to me, I will you comfort as well as I can, And a precious jewel I will give thee, Called penance, wise voider of adversity; Therewith shall your body chastised be, With abstinence and perseverance in God's service: Here shall you receive that scourge of me, Which is penance strong, that ye must endure, To remember thy Saviour was scourged for thee With sharp scourges, and suffered it patiently; So must thou, or thou scape that painful pilgrimage; _Knowledge_, keep him in this voyage, And by that time _Good-Deeds_ will be with thee. But in any wise, be sure of mercy, For your time draweth fast, and ye will saved be; Ask God mercy, and He will grant truly, When with the scourge of penance man doth him bind, The oil of forgiveness then shall he find.
_Everyman._ Thanked be God for his gracious work! For now I will my penance begin; This hath rejoiced and lighted my heart, Though the knots be painful and hard within.
_Knowledge._ _Everyman_, look your penance that ye fulfil, What pain that ever it to you be, And _Knowledge_ shall give you counsel at will, How your accounts ye shall make clearly.
_Everyman._ O eternal God, O heavenly figure, O way of rightwiseness, O goodly vision, Which descended down in a virgin pure Because he would _Everyman_ redeem, Which _Adam_ forfeited by his disobedience: O blessed Godhead, elect and high-divine, Forgive my grievous offence; Here I cry thee mercy in this presence. O ghostly treasure, O ransomer and redeemer Of all the world, hope and conductor, Mirror of joy, and founder of mercy, Which illumineth heaven and earth thereby, Hear my clamorous complaint, though it late be; Receive my prayers; unworthy in this heavy life, Though I be, a sinner most abominable, Yet let my name be written in _Moses'_ table; O _Mary_, pray to the Maker of all thing, Me for to help at my ending, And save me from the power of my enemy, For _Death_ assaileth me strongly; And, Lady, that I may by means of thy prayer Of your Son's glory to be partaker, By the means of his passion I it crave, I beseech you, help my soul to save.-- _Knowledge_, give me the scourge of penance; My flesh therewith shall give a quittance: I will now begin, if God give me grace.
_Knowledge._ _Everyman_, God give you time and space: Thus I bequeath you in the hands of our Saviour, Thus may you make your reckoning sure.
_Everyman._ In the name of the Holy Trinity, My body sore punished shall be: Take this body for the sin of the flesh; Also thou delightest to go gay and fresh, And in the way of damnation thou did me bring; Therefore suffer now strokes and punishing. Now of penance I will wade the water clear, To save me from purgatory, that sharp fire.
_Good-Deeds._ I thank God, now I can walk and go; And am delivered of my sickness and woe. Therefore with _Everyman_ I will go, and not spare; His good works I will help him to declare.
_Knowledge._ Now, _Everyman_, be merry and glad; Your _Good-Deeds_ cometh now; ye may not be sad; Now is your _Good-Deeds_ whole and sound, Going upright upon the ground.
_Everyman._ My heart is light, and shall be evermore; Now will I smite faster than I did before.
_Good-Deeds._ _Everyman_, pilgrim, my special friend, Blessed be thou without end; For thee is prepared the eternal glory. Ye have me made whole and sound, Therefore I will bide by thee in every stound.[16]
_Everyman._ Welcome, my _Good-Deeds_; now I hear thy voice, I weep for very sweetness of love.
_Knowledge._ Be no more sad, but ever rejoice, God seeth thy living in his throne above; Put on this garment to thy behove, Which is wet with your tears, Or else before God you may it miss, When you to your journey's end come shall.
_Everyman._ Gentle _Knowledge_, what do you it call?
_Knowledge._ It is a garment of sorrow: From pain it will you borrow; Contrition it is, That getteth forgiveness; It pleaseth God passing well.
_Good-Deeds._ _Everyman_, will you wear it for your heal?
_Everyman._ Now blessed be _Jesu, Mary's_ Son! For now have I on true contrition. And let us go now without tarrying; _Good-Deeds_, have we clear our reckoning?
_Good-Deeds._ Yea, indeed I have it here.
_Everyman._ Then I trust we need not fear; Now, friends, let us not part in twain.
_Knowledge._ Nay, _Everyman_, that will we not, certain.
_Good-Deeds._ Yet must thou lead with thee Three persons of great might.
_Everyman._ Who should they be?
_Good-Deeds._ _Discretion_ and _Strength_ they hight, And thy _Beauty_ may not abide behind.
_Knowledge._ Also ye must call to mind Your _Five-wits_ as for your counsellors.
_Good-Deeds._ You must have them ready at all hours.
_Everyman._ How shall I get them hither?
_Knowledge._ You must call them all together, And they will hear you incontinent.
_Everyman._ My friends, come hither and be present _Discretion_, _Strength_, my _Five-wits_, and _Beauty_.
_Beauty._ Here at your will we be all ready. What will ye that we should do?
_Good-Deeds._ That ye would with _Everyman_ go, And help him in his pilgrimage, Advise you, will ye with him or not in that voyage?
_Strength._ We will bring him all thither, To his help and comfort, ye may believe me.
_Discretion._ So will we go with him all together.
_Everyman._ Almighty God, loved thou be, I give thee laud that I have hither brought _Strength_, _Discretion_, _Beauty_, and _Five-wits_; lack I nought; And my _Good-Deeds_, with _Knowledge_ clear, All be in my company at my will here; I desire no more to my business.
_Strength._ And I, _Strength_, will by you stand in distress, Though thou would in battle fight on the ground.
_Five-wits._ And though it were through the world round, We will not depart for sweet nor sour.
_Beauty._ No more will I unto death's hour, Whatsoever thereof befall.
_Discretion._ _Everyman_, advise you first of all; Go with a good advisement and deliberation; We all give you virtuous monition That all shall be well.
_Everyman._ My friends, hearken what I will tell: I pray God reward you in his heavenly sphere. Now hearken, all that be here, For I will make my testament Here before you all present. In alms half my good I will give with my hands twain In the way of charity, with good intent, And the other half still shall remain In quiet to be returned there it ought to be. This I do in despite of the fiend of hell To go quite out of his peril Ever after and this day.
_Knowledge._ _Everyman_, hearken what I say; Go to priesthood, I you advise, And receive of him in any wise The holy sacrament and ointment together; Then shortly see ye turn again hither; We will all abide you here.
_Five-Wits._ Yea, _Everyman_, hie you that ye ready were, There is no emperor, king, duke, ne baron, That of God hath commission, As hath the least priest in the world being; For of the blessed sacraments pure and benign, He beareth the keys and thereof hath the cure For man's redemption, it is ever sure; Which God for our soul's medicine Gave us out of his heart with great pine; Here in this transitory life, for thee and me The blessed sacraments seven there be, Baptism, confirmation, with priesthood good, And the sacrament of God's precious flesh and blood, Marriage, the holy extreme unction, and penance; These seven be good to have in remembrance, Gracious sacraments of high divinity.
_Everyman._ Fain would I receive that holy body And meekly to my ghostly father I will go.
_Five-wits._ _Everyman_, that is the best that ye can do: God will you to salvation bring, For priesthood exceedeth all other thing; To us Holy Scripture they do teach, And converteth man from sin heaven to reach; God hath to them more power given, Than to any angel that is in heaven; With five words he may consecrate God's body in flesh and blood to make, And handleth his maker between his hands; The priest bindeth and unbindeth all bands, Both in earth and in heaven; Thou ministers all the sacraments seven; Though we kissed thy feet thou were worthy; Thou art surgeon that cureth sin deadly: No remedy we find under God But all only priesthood. _Everyman_, God gave priests that dignity, And setteth them in his stead among us to be; Thus be they above angels in degree.
_Knowledge._ If priests be good it is so surely; But when Jesus hanged on the cross with great smart There he gave, out of his blessed heart, The same sacrament in great torment: He sold them not to us, that Lord Omnipotent. Therefore Saint Peter the apostle doth say That Jesu's curse hath all they Which God their Saviour do buy or sell, Or they for any money do take or tell. Sinful priests giveth the sinners example bad; Their children sitteth by other men's fires, I have heard; And some haunteth women's company, With unclean life, as lusts of lechery These be with sin made blind.
_Five-wits._ I trust to God no such may we find; Therefore let us priesthood honour, And follow their doctrine for our souls' succour; We be their sheep, and they shepherds be By whom we all be kept in surety. Peace, for yonder I see _Everyman_ come, Which hath made true satisfaction.
_Good-Deeds._ Methinketh it is he indeed.
_Everyman._ Now Jesu be our alder speed.[17] I have received the sacrament for my redemption, And then mine extreme unction: Blessed be all they that counselled me to take it! And now, friends, let us go without longer respite; I thank God that ye have tarried so long. Now set each of you on this rod your hand, And shortly follow me: I go before, there I would be; God be our guide.
_Strength._ _Everyman_, we will not from you go, Till ye have gone this voyage long.
_Discretion._ I, _Discretion_, will bide by you also.
_Knowledge._ And though this pilgrimage be never so strong, I will never part you fro: _Everyman_, I will be as sure by thee As ever I did by Judas Maccabee.
_Everyman._ Alas, I am so faint I may not stand, My limbs under me do fold; Friends, let us not turn again to this land, Not for all the world's gold, For into this cave must I creep And turn to the earth and there to sleep.
_Beauty._ What, into this grave? alas!
_Everyman._ Yea, there shall you consume more and less.
_Beauty._ And what, should I smother here?
_Everyman._ Yea, by my faith, and never more appear. In this world live no more we shall, But in heaven before the highest Lord of all.
_Beauty._ I cross out all this; adieu by Saint _John_; I take my cap in my lap and am gone.
_Everyman._ What, _Beauty_, whither will ye?
_Beauty._ Peace, I am deaf; I look not behind me, Not and thou would give me all the gold in thy chest.
_Everyman._ Alas, whereto may I trust? _Beauty_ goeth fast away hie; She promised with me to live and die.
_Strength._ _Everyman_, I will thee also forsake and deny; Thy game liketh me not at all.
_Everyman._ Why, then ye will forsake me all. Sweet _Strength_, tarry a little space.
_Strength._ Nay, sir, by the rood of grace I will hie me from thee fast, Though thou weep till thy heart brast.
_Everyman._ Ye would ever bide by me, ye said.
_Strength._ Yea, I have you far enough conveyed; Ye be old enough, I understand, Your pilgrimage to take on hand; I repent me that I hither came.
_Everyman._ _Strength_, you to displease I am to blame; Will you break promise that is debt?
_Strength._ In faith, I care not; Thou art but a fool to complain, You spend your speech and waste your brain; Go thrust thee into the ground.