_Everyman._ What desireth God of me? _Death._ That shall I show thee; A reckoning he will needs have Without any longer respite. _Everyman._ To give a reckoning longer leisure I crave; This blind matter troubleth my wit. _Death._ On thee thou must take a long journey: Therefore thy book of count with thee thou bring; For turn again thou can not by no way, And look thou be sure of thy reckoning: For before God thou shalt answer, and show Thy many bad deeds and good but a few; How thou hast spent thy life, and in what wise, Before the chief lord of paradise. Have ado that we were in that way, For, wete thou well, thou shalt make none attournay.[9] _Everyman._ Full unready I am such reckoning to give. I know thee not: what messenger art thou? _Death._ I am _Death_, that no man dreadeth. For every man I rest and no man spareth; For it is God's commandment That all to me should be obedient. _Everyman._ O _Death_, thou comest when I had thee least in mind; In thy power it lieth me to save, Yet of my good will I give thee, if ye will be kind, Yea, a thousand pound shalt thou have, And defer this matter till another day. _Death._ _Everyman_, it may not be by no way; I set not by gold, silver, nor riches, Ne by pope, emperor, king, duke, ne princes. For and I would receive gifts great, All the world I might get; But my custom is clean contrary. I give thee no respite: come hence, and not tarry. _Everyman._ Alas, shall I have no longer respite? I may say _Death_ giveth no warning: To think on thee, it maketh my heart sick, For all unready is my book of reckoning. But twelve year and I might have abiding, My counting book I would make so clear, That my reckoning I should not need to fear. Wherefore, _Death_, I pray thee, for God's mercy, Spare me till I be provided of remedy. _Death._ Thee availeth not to cry, weep, and pray: But haste thee lightly that you were gone the journey, And prove thy friends if thou can. For, wete thou well, the tide abideth no man, And in the world each living creature For _Adam's_ sin must die of nature. _Everyman._ _Death_, if I should this pilgrimage take, And my reckoning surely make, Show me, for saint _charity_, Should I not come again shortly? _Death._ No, _Everyman_; and thou be once there, Thou mayst never more come here, Trust me verily. _Everyman._ O gracious God, in the high seat celestial, Have mercy on me in this most need; Shall I have no company from this vale terrestrial Of mine acquaintance that way me to lead? _Death._ Yea, if any be so hardy, That would go with thee and bear thee company. Hie thee that you were gone to God's magnificence, Thy reckoning to give before his presence. What, weenest thou thy life is given thee, And thy worldly goods also? _Everyman._ I had wend so, verily.