When with the scourge of Penance man doth hym bynde, The oyl of forgyvenes than shall he fynde,— Now may you make your rekenynge sure. Every-man. In the name of the holy Trynyte, My body sore punyshed shall be. Take this, Body, for the synne of the flesshe! Also thou delytest to go gay and fresshe, And in the way of dampnacyon thou dyd me brynge, Therefore suffre now strokes of punysshynge. Now of penaunce I wyll wede the water clere To save me from Purgatory, that sharpe fyre. Good Dedes. I thanke God, now I can walke and go; And am delyvered of my sykenesse and wo, Therfore with Every-man I wyll go and not spare; His good workes I wyll helpe hym to declare. Knowlege. Now Every-man, be mery and glad, Your Good Dedes cometh now, ye may not be sad. Now is your Good Dedes hole and sounde, Goynge upryght upon the grounde. Every-man. My herte is lyght, and shall be evermore, Now wyll I smyte faster than I dyde before. Knowledge then makes him put on the garment of sorrow called contrition, and makes him call for his friends Discretion, Strength and Beauty to help him on his pilgrimage, and his Five Wits to counsel him. They come at his call and promise faithfully to help him. Strength. I Strength wyll by you stande in dystres, Though thou wolde in batayle fyght on the grownde. Fyve-Wyttes. And thought it were thrugh the world rounde, We wyll not depart for swete ne soure. Beaute. No more wyll I unto dethes howre, Watsoever therof befall. He makes his testament, and gives half his goods in charity. Discretion and Knowledge send him to receive the holy sacrament and extreme unction, and Five-Wits expatiates upon the authority of the Priesthood, to the Priest he says, God hath—more power given Than to ony Aungell that is in Heven, With five wordes he may consecrate Goddes body in flesshe and blode to make, And handeleth his maker bytwene his handes. The preest byndeth and unbyndeth all bandes Both in erthe and in heven.— No remedy we fynde under God But all-onely preesthode. —God gave Preest that dygnyte, And setteth them in his stede among us to be: Thus they be above Aungelles in degree. Having received his viaticum Every-man sets out upon this mortal journey: his comrades renew their protestations of remaining with him; till when he grows faint on the way, and his limbs fail,—they fail him also. Every-man. —into this cave must I crepe, And tourne to erth, and there to slepe. What, says Beauty; into this Grave? —adewe by saynt Johan, I take my tappe in my lappe and am gone.