on. Everyman_, I will after _Strength_ be gone,
As for me I will leave you alone.

_Everyman._ Why, _Discretion_, will ye forsake me?

_Discretion._ Yea, in faith, I will go from thee,
For when _Strength_ goeth before
I follow after evermore.

_Everyman._ Yet, I pray thee, for the love of the Trinity,
Look in my grave once piteously.

_Discretion._ Nay, so nigh will I not come.
Farewell, every one!

_Everyman._ O all thing faileth, save God alone;
_Beauty_, _Strength_, and _Discretion_;
For when _Death_ bloweth his blast,
They all run from me full fast.

_Five-wits. Everyman_, my leave now of thee I take;
I will follow the other, for here I thee forsake.

_Everyman._ Alas! then may I wail and weep,
For I took you for my best friend.

_Five-wits._ I will no longer thee keep;
Now farewell, and there an end.

_Everyman._ O Jesu, help, all hath forsaken me!

_Good-Deeds._ Nay, _Everyman_, I will bide with thee,
I will not forsake thee indeed;
Thou shalt find me a good friend at need.

_Everyman._ Gramercy, _Good-Deeds_; now may I true friends see;
They have forsaken me every one;
I loved them better than my _Good-Deeds_ alone.
_Knowledge_, will ye forsake me also?

_Knowledge._ Yea, _Everyman_, when ye to death do go:
But not yet for no manner of danger.

_Everyman._ Gramercy, _Knowledge_, with all my heart.

_Knowledge._ Nay, yet I will not from hence depart,
Till I see where ye shall be come.

_Everyman._ Methinketh, alas, that I must be gone,
To make my reckoning and my debts pay,
For I see my time is nigh spent away.
Take example, all ye that this do hear or see,
How they that I loved best do forsake me,
Except my _Good-Deeds_ that bideth truly.

_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.

_Everyman._ Have mercy on me, God most mighty;
And stand by me, thou Mother and Maid, holy _Mary_.

_Good-Deeds_. Fear not, I will speak for thee.

_Everyman._ Here I cry God mercy.

_Good-Deeds._ Short our end, and minish our pain;
Let us go and never come again.

_Everyman._ Into thy hands, Lord, my soul I commend;
Receive it, Lord, that it be not lost;
As thou me boughtest, so me defend,
And save me from the fiend's boast,
That I may appear with that blessed host
That shall be saved at the day of doom.
_In manus tuas_--of might's most
For ever