_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.