One by one the beautiful figures who had forsaken him crossed the courtyard and filed back to the world, across the stage, while Everyman, in his black robe of sorrow, attended only by _Knowledge_ and _Good Deeds_, stood at the brink of the tomb. “Oh, all things faileth save God alone! (he cried) _Beauty_, _Strength_, and _Discretion_; For when _Death_ bloweth his blast, They all run from me full fast.” And now the _Five Senses_, who had come near to the tomb and formed a shining group round it, also one by one turned away; and, in a failing voice, Everyman murmured: “O Jesus, help! all hath forsaken me.” But _Good Deeds_, with a sweet smile, drew close to him. “Nay, Everyman” (she said), “I will bide with thee; I will not forsake thee indeed; Thou shalt find me a good friend at need.” Thus Everyman found that though he had loved all his other friends better than _Good Deeds_, she alone was faithful, for even _Knowledge_, who had so far followed him, now sadly moved aside, and he knew the truth of the words uttered at the very edge of the grave by _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.” Right into the grave she followed Everyman, and when, as he was sinking back, he cried: “Have mercy on me, God most mighty; And stand by me, thou Mother and Maid, holy Mary!” she answered: “Fear not, I will speak for thee.” And when the grave covered both of them, _Knowledge_ came near, and bending over it, said: “Now hath he suffered that we all shall endure; The _Good Deeds_ shall make all sure. Now hath he made an ending.” She paused, listening, and in a joyful voice added: “Methinketh that I hear angels sing, And make great joy and melody, Where Everyman’s soul received shall be.” And indeed, almost before _Knowledge_ had finished speaking, there appeared on the balcony, high above the stage, an angel with long wings of rose-colour; and, while sweet music sounded, the angel spoke: “Come, excellent elect spouse, to Jesu:... Thy reckoning is crystal-clear; Now shalt thou into the heavenly sphere, Unto the which ye all shall come That liveth well, before the day of doom.” So, though the play had been very sad, it ended with beautiful sights and sounds, and before the people in the audience moved, the Messenger stood once more alone upon the stage, warning them to bear the moral of Everyman in mind: “Forsake pride (he said), for he deceiveth you in the end; And remember _Beauty_, _Five Wits_, _Strength_, and _Discretion_: They all at the last do Everyman forsake, Save his _Good Deeds_, there doth he take. But beware, and they be small Before God he hath no help at all.... For after death amends may no man make.”