A Select Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 01
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A Select Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 01
English drama
DISCRETION.
Yea, in faith, I will go fro thee;
For when Strength is gone before,
Then I follow after evermore.
EVERYMAN.
Yet, I pray thee, for love of the Trinity,
Look in my grave once piteously.
DISCRETION.
Nay, so nigh will I not come.
Now farewell, fellows everichone.[107]
EVERYMAN.
Oh, all thing faileth, save God alone,
Beauty, Strength, and Discretion;
For, when Death bloweth his blast,
They all run fro me full fast.
FIVE WITS.
Everyman, of thee now my leave I take;
I will follow the other, for here I thee forsake.
EVERYMAN.
Alas! then may I both wail and weep;
For I took you for my best friend.
FIVE WITS.
I will no lenger thee keep:
Now farewell, and here an end.
EVERYMAN.
Now, Jesu, help! all hath forsaken me.
GOOD DEEDS.
Nay, Everyman, I will abide with thee,
I will not forsake thee indeed;
Thou shalt find me a good friend at need.
EVERYMAN.
Gramercy, Good Deeds, now may I true friends see
They have forsaken me everychone;
I loved them better than my good deeds alone:
Knowledge, will ye forsake me also?
KNOWLEDGE.
Yea, Everyman, when ye to death shall go;
But not yet for no manner of danger.
EVERYMAN.
Gramercy, Knowledge, with all my heart.
KNOWLEDGE.
Nay, yet I will not from hence depart,
Till I see where ye shall be come.
EVERYMAN.
Methinketh, alas! that I must be gone
To make my reckoning, and my debts pay;
For I see my time is nigh spent away.
Take ensample, all ye that this do hear or see,
How they that I loved best now forsake me;
Except my Good Deeds, that bideth truly.
GOOD DEEDS.
All earthly things is but vanity,
Beauty, Strength, and Discretion do man forsake,
Foolish friends and kinsmen, that fair spake;
All fleeth save Good Deeds, and that am I.
EVERYMAN.
Have mercy on me, God most mighty,
And stand by me, thou mother and maid Mary.
GOOD DEEDS.
Fear not, I will speak for thee.
EVERYMAN.
Here I cry, God mercy!
GOOD DEEDS.
Short our end and minish our pain:
Let us go, and never come again.
EVERYMAN.
Into thy hands, Lord, my soul I commend,
Receive it, Lord, that it be not lost;
As thou me boughtest, so me defend,
And save me fro the fiend's boast,
That I may appear with that blessed host
That shall be saved at the day of doom:
_In manus tuas_, of might most,
For ever _commendo spiritum meum_.
[_Everyman dies_.
KNOWLEDGE.
Now hath he suffered that we all shall endure:
The Good Deeds shall make all sure;
Now hath he made ending,
Methinketh that I hear angels sing,
And make great joy and melody,
Where Everyman's soul shall received be.
THE ANGEL.
Come, excellent elect spouse to Jesu,
Here above thou shalt go.
Because of thy singular virtue:
Now thy soul is taken thy body fro,
Thy reckoning is crystal clear;
Now shalt thou into the heavenly sphere,
Unto the which all ye shall come
That liveth well, after the day of doom.
DOCTOR.
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