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Everyman & Everybody Discussion Assignment:   

Read Everyman by Unknown and read Everybody by Branden Jacobs-Jenkins. 
Read Chapter 5 Medieval Theatre in Europe

Given your understanding of Medieval theatre, the era in which Everyman was written, and your understanding of Everybody and the time in which it was written, What do think the world view of the playwrights are given the era in which each play was written in? 

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Here beginneth a treatise how the High Father of
Heaven sendeth death to summon every creature to
come and give account of their lives in this world,
and is in manner of a moral play.
I pray you all, give your audience,
And hear this matter with reverence,
By figure of a moral play.
The Summoning of Everyman called it is,
That of our lives and ending shows
How transitory we be all day.
This matter is wondrous precious
But the meaning of it is more gracious
And sweet to bear away.
The story saith: Man, in the beginning
Look well and take good heed to the ending,
Be you never so gay!
Ye think sin in the beginning full sweet,
Which in the end causeth the soul to weep
When the body lieth in clay.
Here shall you see how Fellowship and Jollity,
Both Strength, Pleasure and Beauty,
Will fade from thee as flower in May;
For ye shall hear how our heavenly King
Calleth Everyman to a general reckoning.
Give audience and hear what He doth say.
I perceive, here in My majesty,
How that all creatures be to Me unkind,
Living without dread in worldly prosperity.
Of ghostly sight the people be so blind,
Drowned in sin, they know Me not for God.
In worldly riches is all their mind;
They fear not My righteousness, the sharp rod;
My love that I showed when I for them died
They forget clean, and shedding of my blood red;
I hanged between two, it cannot be denied;
To get them life I suffered to be dead;
I healed their feet: with thorns hurt was My head.
I could no more than I did, truly.
And now I see the people do clean forsake Me.
They use the seven deadly sins damnable,
As pride, covetise, wrath and lechery,
Now in the world be made commendable;
And thus they leave of angels, the heavenly company.
Every man liveth so after his own pleasure,
And yet of their life they be nothing sure.
I see the more that I them forbear,
The worse they be from year to year.
All that liveth declineth fast,
Therefore I will in all haste
Have a reckoning of every man’s person;
For, if I leave the people thus alone
In their life and wicked tempests,
Verily they will become much worse than beasts;
For now one would by envy another eat up;
Charity they do all clean forget.
I hoped well that every man
In My glory should make his mansion,
And thereto I had them all elect;
But now I see, like traitors deject,
They thank Me not for the pleasure that I to them meant,
Nor yet for their being that I them have lent;
I proffered the people great multitude of mercy.
And few there be that ask it heartily;
They be so cumbered with worldly riches,
That needs on them I must do justice,
On every man living without fear.
Where art thou, Death, thou mighty messenger?
DEATH enters.
Almighty God, I am here at Your will,
Your commandment to fulfill.
Go thou to Everyman,
And show him in My name
A pilgrimage he must on him take,
Which he in no wise may escape;
And that he bring with him a sure reckoning
Without delay or any tarrying.
Lord, I will in the world go run over all,
And cruelly out-search both great and small;
Every man will I beset that liveth beastly,
Against God’s laws, and dreadeth not folly:
He that loveth riches I will strike with my dart,
His sight to blind, and from heaven to depart,
Except that alms be his good friend,
In hell for to dwell, world without end.
Lo, yonder I see Everyman walking:
Full little he thinketh on my coming:
His mind is on fleshly lusts and his treasure;
And great pain it shall cause him to endure
Before the Lord, heaven’s King.
Everyman, stand still; whither art thou going
Thus gaily? hast thou thy Maker forgot?
Why askest thou? Wouldest thou wit?
Yea, sir, I will show you; in great haste I am sent to thee
From God out of His majesty.
What! sent to me?
Yea, certainly:
Though thou hast forgot Him here,
He thinketh on thee in the heavenly sphere;
As, ere we depart, thou shalt know.
What desireth God of me?
That shall I show thee;
A reckoning He will needs have
Without any longer respite.
To give a reckoning longer leisure I crave;
This blind matter troubleth my wit.
On thee thou must take a long journey,
Therefore thy book of count with thee thou bring,
For turn again thou cannot by no way:
And look thou be sure of thy reckoning;
For before God thou shalt answer and show
Thy many bad deeds, and good but a few,
How thou hast spent thy life, and in what wise,
Before the Chief Lord of Paradise.
Have ado that we were in that way,
For, wit thou well, thou shalt make none attorney.
Full unready I am such reckoning to give:
I know thee not; what messenger art thou?
I am Death, who no man dreadeth;
For every man I arrest, and no man spare,
For it is God’s commandment
That all to me should be obedient.
O Death, thou comest, when I had thee least in mind;
In thy power it lieth me to save;
Yet of my good will I give thee, if you wilt be kind,
Yea, a thousand pounds shalt thou have,
If thou defer this matter till another day.
Everyman, it may not be by no way;
I set naught by gold, silver, nor riches,
Nor by pope, emperor, king, duke, nor princes;
For, if I would receive gifts great,
All the world I might get;
But my custom is clean contrary;
I give thee no respite; come hence, and not tarry.
Alas! shall I have no longer respite?
I may say Death giveth no warning:
To think on thee it maketh my heart sick;
For all unready is my book of reckoning:
But, for twelve years, if I might have abiding,
My counting book I would make so clear,
That my reckoning I should not need to fear.
Wherefore, Death, I pray thee for God’s mercy,
Spare me, till I be provided of remedy.
Thee availeth not to cry, weep, and pray:
But haste thee lightly, that thou wert gone that journey;
And prove thy friends, if thou can;
For, wit thou well, the tide abideth no man,
And in the world each living creature
For Adam’s sin must die of nature.
Death, if I should this pilgrimage take,
And my reckoning surely make,
Show me, for Saint Charity,
Should I not come again shortly?
No, Everyman, if thou be once there,
Thou mayest never more come here,
Trust me verily.
O gracious God, in the high seat celestial,
Have mercy on me in this most need!
Shall I have no company from this vale terrestrial
Of mine acquaintance, that way me to lead?
Yea, if any be so hardy,
That would go with thee, and bear thee company:
Hie thee that thou wert gone to God’s magnificence,
Thy reckoning to give before His presence.
What, thoughtest thou thy life is given thee,
And thy worldly goods also?
I had thought so verily.
Nay, nay; it was but lent thee;
For, as soon as thou art gone,
Another awhile shall have it, and then go therefrom,
Even as thou hast done.
Everyman, thou art mad, thou hast thy wits five,
And here on earth wilt not amend thy life;
For suddenly I do come.
O wretched caitiff, whither shall I flee,
That I might escape this endless sorrow!
Now, gentle Death, spare me till to-morrow,
That I may amend me
With good advisement.
Nay, thereto I will not consent,
Nor no man will I respite;
But to the heart suddenly I shall smite
Without any advisement.
And now out of thy sight I will me hie;
See thou make thee ready shortly,
For thou mayest say, this is the day
That no man living may escape away.
DEATH goes out.
Alas! I may well weep with sighs deep:
Now have I no manner of company
To help me in my journey, and me to keep;
And also my writing is full unready.
How shall I do now for to excuse me!
I would to God I had never been begot;
To my soul a full great profit it had been,
For now I fear pains huge and great.
The time passeth: Lord, help, Who all wrought!
For though I mourn, it availeth nought:
The day passeth, and is almost ago;
I wot not well what for to do.
To whom were I best my complaint to make?
What, if I to Fellowship thereof spake,
And showed him of this sudden chance!
For in him is all mine affiance.
We have in the world so many a day
Been good friends in sport and play.
I see him yonder certainly;
I trust that he will bear me company;
Therefore to him will I speak to ease my sorrow,
Well met, good Fellowship, and good morrow.
Everyman, good morrow, by this day:
Sir, why lookest thou so piteously?
If anything be amiss, I pray thee, me say,
That I may help to remedy.
Yea, good Fellowship, yea;
I am in great jeopardy.
My true friend, show to me your mind;
I will not forsake thee, to my life’s end,
In the way of good company.
That was well spoken and lovingly.
Sir, I
I have
If any
I on
needs know your heaviness;
to see you in any distress:
you wronged, ye shall revenged be,
the ground be slain for thee;
I know before that I should die.
Verily, Fellowship, gramercy.
Tush, by thy thanks I set not a straw;
Show me thy grief, and say no more.
If I my heart should to you break,
And then you should turn your mind from me,
And would not me comfort, when ye hear me speak,
Then should I ten times sorrier be.
Sir, I say as I will do in deed.
Then be you a good friend at need;
I have found you true here-before.
And so ye shall evermore;
For in faith, if thou go to hell,
I will not forsake thee by the way.
Ye speak like a good friend, I believe you well;
I shall deserve it, if I may.
I speak of no deserving, by this day;
For he that will say and nothing do,
Is not worthy with good company to go:
Therefore show me the grief of your mind,
As to your friend most loving and kind.
I shall show you how it is:
Commanded I am to go a journey,
A long way, hard and dangerous;
And give a strait account without delay
Before the High Judge Adonai;
Wherefore, I pray you, bear me company,
As ye have promised in this journey.
That is matter indeed; promise is duty;
But, if I should take such a voyage on me,
I know it well, it should be to my pain:
Also it makes me afraid certain.
But let us take counsel here as well as we can,
For your words would fear a strong man.
Why, ye said if I had need,
Ye would me never forsake quick nor dead,
Though it were to hell truly.
So I said certainly;
But such pleasures be set aside, the sooth to say,
And also if ye took such a journey,
When should we come again?
Nay, never again till the day of doom.
In faith, then will not I come there:
Who hath you these tidings brought?
Indeed, Death was with me here.
Now, by God that all hath bought,
If Death were the messenger,
For no man that is living to-day
I will not go that loath journey,
Not for the father that begat me.
Ye promised otherwise, pardy.
I wot well I said so truly,
And yet if thou wilt eat and drink, and make good cheer,
Or haunt to women the lusty company,
I would not forsake you, while the day is clear,
Trust me verily.
Yea, thereto ye would be ready;
To go to mirth, solace and play,
Your mind will sooner apply
Than to bear me company in my long journey.
Now, in good faith, I will not that way;
But, if thou will murder, or any man kill,
In that I will help thee with a good will.
Oh, that is a simple advice indeed:
Gentle Fellowship, help me in my necessity;
We have loved long, and now I need,
And now, gentle Fellowship, remember me.
Whether ye have loved me or no,
By Saint John, I will not with thee go.
Yet, I pray thee, take the labor, and do so much for me,
To bring me forward, for Saint Charity,
And comfort me, till I come without the town.
Nay, if thou wouldst give me a new gown,
I will not a foot with thee go;
But, if thou hadst tarried, I would not have left thee so:
And as now God speed thee in thy journey!
For from thee I will depart, as fast as I may.
Whither away, Fellowship? wilt thou forsake me?
Yea, by my fay; to God I commend thee.
Farewell, good Fellowship; for thee my heart is sore:
Adieu for ever, I shall see thee no more.
In faith, Everyman, farewell now at the end;
For you I will remember parting is mourning.
FELLOWSHIP goes out.
Alack! shall we thus depart indeed,
O Lady, help! without any more comfort,
Lo, Fellowship forsaketh me in my most need:
For help in this world whither shall I resort?
Fellowship here before with me would merry make;
And now little sorrow for me doth he take.
It is said, in prosperity men friends may find,
Which in adversity be full unkind.
Now whither for succour shall I flee,
Since Fellowship hath forsaken me?
To my kinsmen I will truly,
Praying them to help me in my necessity;
I believe that they will do so;
For kind will creep, where it may not go.
I will go try; for yonder I see them go:
Where be ye now, my friends and kinsmen lo?
Here be we now at your commandment:
Cousin, I pray thee, show us your intent
In any wise, and do not spare.
Yea, Everyman, and to us declare
If ye be disposed to go any whither;
For, wot ye well, we will live and die together.
In wealth and woe we will with you hold,
For over his kin a man may be bold.
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 on pilgrimage to my pain,
But I know well I shall never come again:
Also I must give a reckoning strait;
For I have a great enemy that hath me in wait,
Which intendeth me for to hinder.
What account is that which ye must render?
That would I know.
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 since 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.
What, to go thither? Is that the matter?
Nay, Everyman, I had liever fast bread and water,
All this five year and more.
Alas, that ever I was bore!
For now shall I never be merry,
If that you forsake me.
Ah, sir! what, ye be a merry man!
Take good heart to you, and make no moan.
But one thing I warn you, by Saint Anne,
As for me, ye shall go alone.
My cousin, will you not with me go?
No, by our lady, I have a cramp in my toe:
Trust not to me; for, so God me speed,
I will deceive you in your most need.
It availeth not us to entice;
Ye shall have my maid with all my heart;
She loveth to go to feasts, there to be nice,
And to dance, and abroad to start:
I will give her leave to help you in that journey,
If that you and she may agree.
No, show me the very effect of your mind;
Will you go with me, or abide behind?
Abide behind! yea, that will I, if I may;
Therefore farewell till another day.
KINDRED goes out.
How should I be merry or glad?
For fair promises men to me make;
But, when I have most need, they me forsake;
I am deceived, that maketh me sad.
Cousin Everyman, farewell now;
For verily I will not go with you:
Also of mine own life an unready reckoning
I have to account, therefore I make tarrying;
Now God keep thee, for now I go.
COUSIN goes out.
Ah, Jesu, is all come hereto?
Lo, fair words make fools fain;
They promise, and nothing will do certain.
My kinsmen promised me faithfully,
For to abide with me steadfastly;
And now fast away do they flee:
Even so Fellowship promised me.
What friend were best me now to provide?
I lose my time here longer to abide;
Yet in my mind a thing there is:
All my life I have loved riches;
If that my Goods now help me might,
It would make my heart full light:
I will speak to him in this distress:
Where art thou, my Goods and Riches?
GOODS enters.
Who calleth me? Everyman? what, hast thou haste?
I lie here in corners trussed and piled so high,
And in chests I am locked fast,
Also sacked in bags, thou mayest see with thine eye,
I cannot stir; in packs, lo, where I lie!
What would ye have, lightly me say.
Come hither, Goods, in all the haste thou may;
For of counsel I must desire thee.
Sir, if ye in the world have sorrow or adversity,
That can I help you to remedy shortly.
It is another disease that grieveth me;
In this world it is not, I tell thee so,
I am sent for another way to go,
To give a strait account general
Before the highest Jupiter of all:
And all my life I have had joy and pleasure in thee,
Therefore I pray thee, go with me;
For, peradventure, thou mayest before God Almighty
My reckoning help to clean and purify,
For it is said ever among,
That money maketh all right that is wrong.
Nay, Everyman, I sing another song;
I follow no man in such voyages,
For, if I went with thee,
Thou shouldest fare much the worse for me:
For because on me thou didst set thy mind,
Thy reckoning I have made blotted and blind,
That thine account thou cannot make truly;
And that hast thou for the love of me.
That would grieve me full sore,
When I should come to that fearful answer:
Up, and let us go thither together.
Nay, not so; I am too brittle, I may not endure:
I will follow no man on foot, be ye sure.
Alas! I have thee loved, and had great pleasure
All my life-days on my goods and treasure.
That is to thy damnation, without lying,
For my love is contrary to the love everlasting;
But if thou had me loved moderately during,
As to the poor given part of me,
Then shouldest thou not in this dolour have been,
Nor in this great sorrow and care.
Lo, now was I deceived, ere I was aware,
And all, I may see, mis-spending of time.
What, thinkest thou that I am thine?
I had thought so.
Nay, Everyman, I say no:
As for a while I was lent thee;
A season thou hast had me in prosperity;
My condition is man’s soul to kill;
If I save one, a thousand I do spill:
Deemest thou that I will follow thee?
Nay, not from this world, verily.
I had thought otherwise.
Therefore to thy soul Goods 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 grief.
O false Goods, cursed mayst thou be,
Thou traitor to God, thou hast deceived me,
And caught me in thy snare.
Marry, thou broughtst thyself in care,
Whereof I am right glad:
I must needs laugh, I cannot be sad.
Ah, Goods, thou hast had long my hearty love;
I gave thee that which should be the Lord’s above:
But wilt thou not go with me indeed?
I pray thee truth to say.
No, so God me speed;
Therefore farewell, and have a good day.
GOODS goes out.
Oh, to whom shall I make my moan,
For to go with me in that heavy journey?
First Fellowship said he would with me go;
His words were very pleasant and gay,
But afterwards he left me alone.
Then spake I to m 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 found comfort; but there had I least:
For my Goods sharply did me tell,
That he bringeth many in 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 enters.
Here I lie cold in the ground;
That sins have me so sore bound,
That I cannot stir.
O Good Deeds, I stand in fear;
I must you pray of counsel,
For help now should come right well.
Everyman, I have understanding,
That thou art summoned account to make
Before Messias of Jerusalem King;
If you do by me, that journey with you will I take.
Therefore I come to you my moan to make:
I pray you, that ye will go with me.
I would full fain, but I cannot stand, verily.
Why, is there anything on you fallen?
Yea, sir, I may thank you for all;
If ye had perfectly cheered me,
Your book of account full ready now had been.
Look, the books of your works and deeds eke!
Behold how they lie under the feet,
To your soul’s heaviness.
Our Lord Jesus help me!
For one letter herein can I not see.
Here is a blind reckoning in time of distress!
Good Deeds, I pray you, help me in this need,
Or else I am for ever damned indeed;
Therefore help me to make my reckoning
Before the Redeemer of all thing,
Who is, and was, and ever shall be King.
Everyman, I am sorry for your fall,
And fain would I help you, if I were able.
Good Deeds, your counsel, I pray you, give me.
That shall I do verily:
Though on my feet I may not go,
I have a sister that shall with you also,
Called Knowledge, which shall with you abide,
To help you to make that dreadful reckoning.
Everyman, I will go with thee, and be thy guide,
In thy most need to go by thy side.
In good condition I am now in every thing,
And am wholly content with this good thing,
Thanked be God my Creator.
And when he hath brought thee there,
Where thou shalt heal thee of thy smart,
Then go thou with thy reckoning and thy good deeds together,
For to make thee joyful at heart
Before the blessed Trinity.
My Good Deeds, I thank thee heartfully:
I am well content certainly
With your words sweet.
Now go we together lovingly
To Confession, that cleansing river.
For joy I weep: I would that we were there;
But I pray you to instruct me by intellection,
Where dwelleth that holy virtue Confession?
In the house of salvation;
We shall find him in that place,
That shall us comfort by God’s grace.
Lo, this is Confession: kneel down, and ask mercy;
For he is in good conceit with God Almighty.
O glorious fountain that all uncleanness doth clarify,
Wash from me the spots of vices unclean,
That on me no sin may be seen;
I come with Knowledge for my redemption,
With heart’s repentance and full contrition,
For I am commanded a pilgrimage to take.
And great accounts before God to make.
Now, I pray you, Shrift, mother of salvation,
Help my good deeds at my piteous exclamation.
I know your sorrow well, Everyman:
Because with Knowledge ye come to me,
I will comfort you as well as I can;
And a precious jewel I will give thee,
Called penance, voider of adversity:
Therewith shall your body chastised be,
With abstinence and perseverance in God’s service;
Here shall you receive that scourge of me,
Which is strong penance that ye must endure;
Remember thy Saviour was scourged for thee
With sharp scourges, and suffered it patiently:
So must thou, ere thou pass that painful pilgrimage.
Knowledge, keep him in this voyage,
And by the time Good Deeds will be with thee;
But in anywise be sure of mercy,
For your time draweth fast, if ye will saved be,
Ask God mercy, and He will grant truly:
When with the scourge of penance man doth him bind,
The oil of forgiveness then shall he find.
Thanked be God for His gracious work;
For now I will my penance begin:
This hath rejoiced and lighted my heart,
Though the knots be painful and hard within.
Everyman, look your
What pain that ever
And Knowledge shall
How your account ye
penance that ye fulfill,
it to you be;
give you counsel at will,
shall make clearly.
O eternal God, O heavenly figure,
O way of righteousness, O goodly vision,
Which descended down in a virgin pure,
Because He would Everyman redeem,
Which Adam forfeited by his disobedience,
O blessed Godhead, elect and high Divine,
Forgive me my grievous offence;
Here I cry thee mercy in this presence:
O ghostly Treasure, O Ransomer and Redeemer!
Of all the world Hope and Conducter,
Mirror of joy, Foundation of mercy,
Which enlumineth heaven and earth thereby,
Hear my clamorous complaint, though it late be,
Receive my prayers unworthy of Thy benignity,
Though I be a sinner most abominable,
Yet let my name be written in Moses’ table.
O Mary, pray to the Maker of all things
Me for to help at my ending,
And save me from the power of my enemy;
And Death assaileth me strongly:
And, Lady, that I may by means of thy prayer
Of your Son’s glory be partner.
By the means of His passion I it crave;
I beseech you help me my soul to save.
Knowledge, give me the scourge of penance,
My flesh therewith shall give acquittance;
I will now begin, if God give me grace.
Everyman, God give you time and space!
Thus I bequeath you in the hands of our Savior;
Now may you make your reckoning sure.
In the name of all the Holy Trinity,
My body punished sore shall be.
Take this, body, for the sin of the flesh;
Also thou delightest to go gay and fresh;
And in the way of damnation thou didst me bring,
Therefore suffer now strokes and punishing:
Now of penance I will wade the water clear,
To save me from purgatory, that sharp fire.
I thank God, now I can walk and go,
And am delivered of my sickness and woe;
Therefore with Everyman I will go, and not spare;
His good works I will help him to declare.
Now, Everyman, be merry and glad;
Your Good Deeds cometh now, ye may not be sad:
Now is your Good Deeds whole and sound,
Going upright upon the ground.
My heart is light, and shall be evermore;
Now will I smite faster than I did before.
Everyman pilgrim, my special friend,
Blessed be thou without end;
For thee is prepared the eternal glory:
Ye have made me whole and sound,
Therefore I will bide by thee in every ground.
Welcome, my Good Deeds, now I hear thy voice,
I weep for very sweetness of love.
Be no more sad, but evermore rejoice,
God seeth thy living in His throne above,
Put on this garment to thy behove,
Which with your tears is now all wet,
Lest before God it be unsweet,
When ye to your journey’s end shall come.
Gentle Knowledge, what do ye it call?
It is the garment of sorrow,
From pain it will you borrow;
Contrition it is,
That getteth forgiveness,
It pleaseth God passing well.
Everyman, will you wear it for your health?
Now blessed be Jesu, Mary’s son;
For now have I on true contrition:
And let us go now without tarrying.
Good Deeds, have we cleared our reckoning?
Yea, indeed, I have here.
Then I trust we need not to fear;
Now, friends, let us not part in twain.
Nay, Everyman, that will we not certain.
Yet must thou lead with thee
Three persons of great might.
Who should they be?
Discretion and Strength they hyght,
And thy Beauty may not abide behind.
Also ye must call to mind
Your Five Wits as your councillors.
You must have them ready at all hours.
How shall I get them hither?
You must call them all together
And they will hear you incontinent.
My friends, come hither, and be present,
Discretion, Strength, My Five Wits, and Beauty.
Here at your will we be all ready;
What will ye that we should do?
That ye would with Everyman go,
And help him in his pilgrimage:
Advise you, will ye go with him or not in that voyage?
We will bring him all thither
To help and comfort him, ye may believe me.
So will we go with him all together.
Almighty God, loved may Thou be;
I give Thee praise that I have hither brought
Strength, Discretion, Beauty, Five Wits: lack I nought:
And my Good Deeds, with Knowledge clear,
All be in my company at my will here;
I desire no more to my business.
And I, Strength, will by you stand in distress,
Though thou wouldst in battle fight on the ground.
And though it were through the world round
We will not depart for sweet nor sour.
No more will I unto death’s hour,
Whatsoever thereof befall.
Everyman, advise you first of all,
Go with a good advisement and deliberation;
We all give you virtuous admonition
That all shall be well.
My friends, hark what I will you tell;
I pray God reward you in His heavenly sphere:
Now hearken all that be here;
For I will make my testament
Here before you all present:
In alms half my goods I will give with my hands twain
In the way of charity with good intent,
And the other half still shall remain:
I it bequeath to be returned where it ought to be.
This I do in despite of the fiend of hell,
To go quit out of his peril
Ever after this day.
Everyman, hearken what I will say;
Go to priesthood, I you advise,
And receive of him in any wise
The holy Sacrament and ointment together,
Then shortly see ye turn again hither;
We will all abide you here.
Yea, Everyman, hie you that ye ready were:
There is no emperor, king, duke nor baron,
That of God hath commission,
As hath the least priest in the world being;
For of the Sacraments pure and benign
He beareth the keys, and thereof hath cure
For man’s redemption, it is ever sure,
Which God for our soul’s medicine
Gave us out of His heart with great pain,
Here in this transitory life for thee and me:
The blessed Sacraments seven there be,
Baptism, confirmation, with priesthood good,
And the Sacrament of God’s precious flesh and blood,
Marriage, the holy extreme unction, and penance;
These seven be good to have in remembrance,
Gracious Sacraments of high divinity.
Fain would I receive that holy Body,
And meekly to my ghostly father I will go.
Everyman, that is the best that ye can do;
God will you to salvation bring,
For good priesthood exceedeth all other thing;
To us Holy Scripture they do teach,
And convert man from sin, heaven to reach;
God hath to them more power given
Than to any angel that is in heaven:
With five words he may consecrate
God’s body in flesh and blood to make,
And handleth his Maker between his hands.
The priest bindeth and unbindeth all bands
Both in earth and in heaven;
He ministers all the Sacraments seven:
Though we kiss thy feet, thou wert worthy:
Thou art the surgeon that cureth sin deadly,
No remedy may we find under God,
But all only priesthood.
Everyman, God gave priests that dignity,
And setteth them in His stead among us to be;
Thus be they above angels in degree.
EVERYMAN goes out to receive the Sacrament.
If priests be good, it is so surely,
But when Jesu hung on the cross with great smart,
There He gave us out of His blessed heart
The same Sacrament in great torment.
He sold them not to us, that Lord omnipotent;
Therefore Saint Peter the Apostle doth say,
That Jesus’ curse have all they,
Who God their Savior do buy or sell,
Or they for any money do take or tell.
Sinful priests give the sinners example bad;
Their children sit by other men’s fires, I have heard,
And some haunt women’s company,
With unclean life, as lusts of lechery;
These are with sin made blind.
I trust to God no such way we find:
Therefore let us priesthood honor,
And follow their doctrine for our soul’s succor;
We be their sheep, and they shepherds be,
By whom we all be kept in surety.
Peace! for yonder I see Everyman come,
Who hath made true satisfaction.
Methinks it is he indeed.
EVERYMAN enters.
Now Jesu Christ be your speed!
I have received the Sacrament for my redemption,
And then mine extreme unction;
Blessed be all they that counseled me to take it:
And now, friends, let us go without longer respite;
I thank God that ye have tarried so long

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