Then Fellowship, more than ever afraid, absolutely refused to go on a journey commanded by Death. If Everyman had wanted him to eat and drink with him, or to help him in any of his pleasures, he would never have forsaken him, he declared. Even if he had wanted him to commit murder he would have been ready to serve him. But this request was an impossible one, so impossible that he would not even accompany him as far as the town gates. So, very mournfully, Everyman wished him farewell, gazing after him as he hurried away, a brilliant figure in his scarlet doublet and hose, with his sword clanking at his side. Good Fellowship had failed him; “but surely,” thought Everyman, “my own relations will be faithful to me in my sorrow?” And when he saw them strolling across the courtyard, hope once more revived in his heart. Of the little company of young men who now came on to the platform, one was Everyman’s cousin, of whom he was very fond; and this cousin, seeing that something was wrong, begged for an explanation, which, in these words, Everyman gave: “Gramercy, my friends and kinsmen kind, Now shall I show you the grief of my mind: I was commanded by a messenger, That is an high King’s chief officer; He bade me go a pilgrimage, to my pain, And I know well I shall never come again; Also I must give a reckoning straight, For I have a great enemy that lieth me in wait, Which intendeth me for to hinder.” Now, as he spoke, the faces of the young men grew very grave and anxious. “What account is that which ye must render? That would I know,” demanded one of them. And Everyman replied: “Of all my works I must show How I have lived and my days spent; Also of ill deeds that I have used In my time, sith life was me lent; And of all virtues that I have refused. Therefore I pray you go thither with me To help to make mine account, for Saint Charity.” But the kinsmen started back in horror. “Nay, Everyman, I had liefer fast bread and water All this five year and more!” exclaimed one of them. And the cousin said: “I have the cramp in my toe. Trust not to me.” One by one they hastened away, and poor Everyman was left lamenting, till suddenly a thought struck him: “All my life I have loved riches” (he reflected); “If that my Good [wealth] now help me might, He would make my heart full light. I will speak to him in this distress. Where art thou, my _Goods_ and riches?” No sooner had he called, than the curtains before one of the recesses on the stage slid back, and disclosed a man richly dressed, seated within. Before him money-bags were piled, and huge chests containing gold and precious stones. “Who calleth me?” (said _Goods_). “Everyman? What haste thou hast!... What would ye have, lightly me say.” So Everyman began to relate his trouble, while _Goods_ gazed at him with his cold inhuman eyes. “Therefore, I pray thee, go with me,” concluded Everyman, falteringly;