A Select Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 01
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A Select Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 01
English drama
I trust to God, no such may we find:
Therefore let us priesthood honour,
And follow their doctrine for our soul's succour;
We be their sheep, and they [our] shepherds be,
By whom we all be kept in surety.
Peace! for yonder I see Everyman come,
Which hath made true satisfaction.
GOOD DEEDS.
Methink it is he indeed.
EVERYMAN.
Now Jesu Christ be your alder[104] speed!
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 fro 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 was 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,
BEAUTY.
And turn to the earth, and there to sleep.
EVERYMAN.
What, into this grave? Alas!
BEAUTY.
Yea, there shall ye consume more and less.
EVERYMAN.
And what, should I smother here?
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 wouldst give me--all the gold in thy chest.
EVERYMAN.
Alas! whereto may I now trust?
Beauty doth fast away hie:
She promised with me to live and die.
STRENGTH.
Everyman, I will thee also forsake and deny,
The game liketh me not at all.
EVERYMAN.
Why then ye will forsake me all:
Strength, tarry, I pray you, 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;
Yet promise is debt;[105] this ye well wot.
STRENGTH.
In faith, as for that I care not:
Thou art but a fool to complain;
Thou spendest thy speech and wasteth thy brain:
Go, thrist[106] thee into the ground.
EVERYMAN.
I had ween'd surer I should you have found:
But I see well, he that trusteth in his Strength,
Is greatly deceived at the length;
Both Strength and Beauty hath forsaken me,
Yet they promised me steadfast to be.
DISCRETION.
Everyman, I will after Strength be gone;
As for me, I will leave you alone.
EVERYMAN.
Why, Discretion, will ye forsake me?
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