The summoning of everyman And doth of our lives and ending show. Look well, take heed To thy ending, For sin, though in the beginning so sweet, Yet doth cause In the end for the soul to weep, When the body “teeth In clay. How will fade from thee as flowers in may, Thy strength and thy beauty, thy pleasure and folly, When thou art called to a reckoning, Like everyman, to out heavenly King. Give audience and hear our play. God’s messenger comes,
List to what he doth say. Gabriel l, Gabriel am, God’s messenger am l. Here on earth for yet this little time, I see how all HIS creatures Be to their God unkind. Drowned in sin, in worldly riches is all their mind, They fear no more His anger, the sharp rod Man, on this earth, forgotten his God. So therefore now, with all the speed he can, God will a reckoning take of everyman! Death Here am l, Death. Come at your will. God’s every commandment to fulfill. I will claim everyman that lively Ill, That threaded not folly, nor fears God’s will, And he that loves riches I will strike with my dart.
In hell shall he dwell, world without end. I see everyman walking, Little he think of my coming. Everyman stand still! From God out of his Majesty. A reckoning from thee He must have, Thy many bad deeds, and good but a few I am death that all men threaded Thy God, thy life and deeds to show Thee with me on a Journey must go I care not for gold, nor silver, nor riches, Nor pope, nor emperor, king nor princes. Thee must get thee gone on thy Journey today. Everyman Oh Death, thou comets when I had thee least in mind. A thousand pounds and more thou shall have,
If thou comets to me on another day. This is the day, That no man living may escape away. To whom were it best my sorrow to show? What if to Fellowship I should speak? We have in the world for many a day Been most good friends in sport and play. I trust he will bear me company, Well met, good Fellowship, and good morrow! Fellowship Everyman, good morrow to thee this day! Why looks thou so piteously? If anything be amiss, tell me, I pray, That I may help find remedy. My true friend I will not forsake thee. That was well spoken and lovingly. If any have wronged you, ye shall revenged be,
Though I on the ground be slain for thee. Commanded I am to go a long way, A Journey hard and dangerous, And give account without delay, Before almighty God, my Lord. Wherefore I pray you bear me company, As you have promised on this Journey. This is another matter, Promise is duty, true. And, Fellowship thou didst promise! But if such a Journey I should go, I know it well, it would be to my woe. And when, my friend, should we come again? Till the Day of Doom, never again. In faith then, I will not come there! For no man that is living today. Will I go on that fearful way!
Oh, Fellowship, you swore by God’s head, You would never forsake me, quick or dead. I know what I said! But if thou wouldst eat and drink And make good cheer, I would not forsake thee while the day is clear. But will not bear me company today. I have loved thee long, then remember me, Aid me in my necessity! Whether thee hast loved me or no, Farewell, good Fellowship, for thee my heart is sore. Adieu forever, I shall see thee no more. To Kindred will I go indeed. Praying her to help me in my need. I believe she will do so, For kind will stay where friendship dare not go.
How be ye now my friend? Kindred Why, here I be at your command! I pray you show me your intent. I thank thee Kindred. I am commanded by a messenger, That is the High King’s chiefs officer. He bade me ago pilgrimage of pain, And I know full well I shall never come again. Therefore, I pray you go with me. Take good heart to thyself and make no moan. As for me, thou shall go alone. Make the Journey together, if thou agree? No, by my faith, I have cramp in my toe. Kindred, wilt thou not go with me? I will deceive thee in thy most need. Wilt thou go with me or stay behind?
Beauty is sin, That will I and I may, (sarcastic) Farewell, till another day. Fair promises did all men to me make, But when I have most need they me forsake. Yet in my mind a thing there is, All my life I have loved riches. All my life I have loved riches. [ALL] If that my Goods now help she might, She would make my heart full light. Where art thou, my Goods and Riches? Goods Who calls me? L, thy master! Come! Money make all right that is wrong! I desire of thee today. Everyman (Tristan) I have loved thee and had great pleasure All the days of my life in goods and treasure.
What wouldst thou have? For counsel I desire of thee today It is not in this world, I tell thee so, I am sent for another way to go. Therefore I need thee to go with me, For all my life I have had Joy from thee Money make all right that is wrong. Nay, Everyman, I sing another song, I follow no man such a way along. For thou wouldst find if I went with thee, Thou wouldst fare much the worse for me. I needs must laugh, I cannot be sad, Whereof I am glad. I pray thee to go with me indeed Go with thee? Nay! This world is my way, Therefore I bid thee good day.
To whom shall I now make my heavy moan? Or must I go this fearful way alone? I go to my Good Deeds, But alas she is so weak, That she can neither stand nor speak. My Good Deeds, where art thou? Good Deeds Thy sins have me so sore bound Here I lie, cold on the ground. Everyman I heard thee tell, That thou art called, account to make Before the Lord of heaven and hell Oh, Good Deeds, wilt thou go with me? If thou heads but remembered me, Thy book of accounts full ready would be Good Deeds I pray thee help me in this need, Or else I am forever lost indeed! Though for thy sins I am thus laid low
I have a sister called Knowledge who shall with thee go. Knowledge Everyman, I will go with thee and be thy guide, In thy most need to go by thy side. With everyman I will go and not spare His good works will I help him to declare. Now Everyman be merry and glad, Thy Good Deeds cometh now, Thou may not be sad. Everyman, pilgrim, my special friend, Blessed be thou, world without end. For thee eternal glory is in store, It will abide by thee for evermore. Be no more sad, but ever rejoice. God seethe thy living from his throne above. Everyman, I will bide with thee.
Thou shall find me a friend to thee indeed. All earthly things are but vanity. Beauty, strength, discretion do thee forsake, Foolish friends and kinsmen that fair speak. All fleet save Good Deeds and that am l. Kneel down and ask mercy, God shall thou find in that place, He will lend thee his grace I cry thee mercy in thy presence. Wash from me my vice unclean. That in me may no sin be seen How all I loved best have forsaken me, Have mercy on me, God most mighty! Here I cry, God pardon me! Into thy hands, Lord, my soul I commend Into thy hands, Oh, most mighty one I commend my spirit!