Here begynneth a treatyse how the hye fader of heuen sendeth dethe to somon euery creature to come and gyue a counte of theyr lyues in this worlde and is in maner of a morall playe. Everyman. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A00471 of text S114637 in the English Short Title Catalog (STC 10606.5). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 53 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 19 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 A00471 STC 10606.5 ESTC S114637 99849862 99849862 15034 2240852680

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 Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 2, no. A00471) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 15034) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1475-1640 ; 789:03) Here begynneth a treatyse how the hye fader of heuen sendeth dethe to somon euery creature to come and gyue a counte of theyr lyues in this worlde and is in maner of a morall playe. Everyman. [32] p. J. Skot, [London : 1535?] An edition of "Everyman," possibly translated from a Dutch original. With title-page woodcuts. Imprint from STC. Signatures: A-B⁶ D⁴ (i.e. C⁴). This edition has "how the" in the title; quire C missigned D, with catch-title on (C)1r "The somonynge" and Skot's device (McKerrow 59B) with his name on (C)4v. Identified as STC 10605 on UMI reel 789. Reproduction of the original in the British Library. eng Eschatology -- Drama -- Early works to 1800. eebo Here begynneth a treatyse how the hye fader of heuen sendeth dethe to somon euery creature to come and gyue a counte of theyr lyues in this worlde, an [no entry] 1535 38 7850 8 0 0 0 0 0 10.19 C The rate of 10.19 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the C category of texts with between 10 and 35 defects per 10,000 words. 2012-08 Assigned for keying and markup 2012-08 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2012-10 Sampled and proofread 2012-10 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2013-02 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion

Here begynneth a treatyse how the hye fader of heuen sendeth dethe to somon euery creature to come and gyue a counte of theyr lyues in this worlde and is in maner of a morall playe .

woodcut representing a male figure or Everyman and the personification of Death standing amongst cross gravestones and bones

Eueryman .

woodcut representing a male figure or Everyman and the personifications of Fellowship, Beauty, Discretion, Strength and kindred or kinsmen

Felawshyp

Eueryman .

Beauty

Dyscrecyon .

strengthe .

Kynne .

messengere I Pray you all gyue your audyence . And here this matter with reuerente By fygure a morall playe The somonyng of eueryman called it is That of our lyues and endynge shewes How transytory we be all daye This matter is wonderous precyous But the intente of it / is more gracyous And swete to bere awaye This story sayeth man in the begynnynge Loke well & take good hode to the endynge Be you neuer so gaye . ye thynke synne in the begynnynge full swete Whiche in the ende causeth thy soule to wepe Whan the body lyeth in claye Here shall you se how felawshyp and solyte Bothe strengthe / pleasure / and beaute Wyll bade from the as floure in maye For ye shall here / how our heuen kenge Calleth eueryman to a generall rekenynge Gyue audyens and here what he wyll saye God speketh . God . I perceyue here in my maiestye How that all creatures / be to me vnkynde Lyuynge without drede / in worldely prosperytye Of ghostly syght / the people be so blynde Drowned in synne / they know me not for ther god In worldely ryches is all theyr mynde They fere not my ryght wyllenes , that sharpe tool My lawe that I shewed / whan I for them dyed They forgot clene / & sheddynge of my blood so redde I hanged bytwene two theues / it cannot be denyed To get them lyfe I suffrede to be deed I heled theyr fete / with thornes hurt was my heed I coulde do nomore than I dyde truely And now I se the people do clene forsake me They vse the seuen deedly synnes dampnable As pryde / couetyse / wrathe / and lechery Now in the worlde be made commendable And thus they leue of aungeles the heuenly company Eueryman lyueth so after his owne pleasure And yet of theyr lyfe they be not sure I se the more that I them forbere The worse they are from yere to yere All that lyueth apperyth faste Therfore I wyll in all the haste Haue a rekenynge of euery mannes persone For and I leue the people thus alone In theyr lyfe and wycked tempestes Verely they wyll becume moche worse than bestes For now one wolde by enuy another vp ere Charytye they all do clene forgete I hoped well that eueryman In my glorye shulde make his mansyon And therto I had them all electe But now I se that lyke traytours deiecte They thanke me not for the pleasure that I to them ment Nor yet for theyr beynge that I them haue lente I profered the people great multytude of mercy And fewe there be that asketh it hertely They be so cumbred with worldly ryches That nedes on them I must do iustyce On eueryman lyuynge without feare Where art thou deth the myghty messengere Deth . Almyghty god I am here at your wyll your commaundemente to fulfyll God . Go thou to eueryman And shew hym in my name Apylgrymage / he must on hym take Which he in no wyse may escape And that he brynge with hym a sure rekenynge Without delay or ony taryenge Deth . Lorde I wyll in the worlde go renouer all And truely out serche bothe great and small Eueryman I wyll be set that lyueth beestly Out of goddes lawes / and dredeth not foly He that loueth ryches I wyll stryke with my darte His syght to blynde / and from heuen depart Excepte that almes dedes be his good frende In hell for to dwell / worlde without ende Loo / yonder I se eueryman walkynge Full lytell he thynketh on my cummynge His mynde is on flesshely lustes / and his treasure And great payne / it shall cause hym to endure Before the lorde heuen kynge Eueryman / stonde styll / whether arte that goynge Thus gayly Hast thou thy maker forget Eueryman . Why askest thou Woldest thou were Deth . ye syr I wyll shew you In great hast I am sende to the From god out of his maiestye eueryman What / sende to me Deth . ye certaynly Though thou haue forgete hym here He thynketh on the in the heuenly spere As or we departe thou shall knowe euery man What desyreth god of me Deth . That shall I shewe the A rekenynge he wyll nedes haue Without lenger respyte euery man To gyue a rekenynge longer layser I craue This blynde mater trubleth my wytte Deth . On the thou must take a longe Iourney Therfore thy boke of counte with the thou brynge For turne agayne thou can not by no waye And loke thou be sure of thy rekenynge For before god shalte thou answere and shewe Thy many badde dedes and good but a fewe How thou hast spede thy lyfe and in what wyse Before the chefe lorde of paradyse Haue a do that we were in that waye For were thou well thou shalte make none attournay euery man Full vneedy I am suche rekenynge to gyue I knowe the not what messanger arte thou Deth . I am dethe that no man dredeth For euery man I rest and none spareth For it is goddes commaundement That all to me sholde be obedyent euery man O deth thou cūmest what I had the leeft in mynde In thy power it lyeth me to saue yet of my good wyll I gyue the yf ye wyll be kynde ye a thousande pounde shalte thou haue And dyfferre this mater tyll another daye Deth . Euery man it may not be by no waye I set not by golde syluer nor rychesse Ne by pope / emperoure / kynge / duke / ne prynces For and I wolde receyue geftes great All the worlde I myght gete All my custome is clene contrary I gyue the no respyte come hens and not tary euery man Alas shall I haue no longer respyte I may saye deth geueth no warnynge To thynke on the it maketh my herte secke For all vnredy is my boke of rekenynge But .xii. yere and I myght haue a bydynge My countynge boke I wolde make so clere That my rekenynge I sholde not nede to fere Wherfore deth I praye the for goddes mercy Spare me tyll I be prouyded of remedy Deth . The auayleth not to crye wepe and praye But hast the lyghtly that thou were gone the Iournaye And proue thy frendes yf thou can For weTe you well the tyde abydeth no man And in the worlde eche lyuynge creature For adams synne must dye of nature eueryman Deth yf I sholde this pylgrymage take And my rekenynge surely make Shewe me for saynt charyte Sholde I not come agayne shortly Deth . No eueryman and thou be ones there Thou must neuer more come here Trust me veryly eueryman gracyous god in hye sete celestyall Haue mercy on me in this moost nede Shall I haue no company fro this vale terestyall Dethe . Of myne aqueyntaunce that waye me to lede ye yf ony be so hardy That wolde go with the / and bere the cumpany Hye the that thou were gone to goddes magnyfycens Thy rekenynge to gyue before his presence What / wenest thou thy lyfe is gyuen the And thy wordely gooddes also euery man I had wende so verely Deth . Ney nay / it was but lend the For as sone as thou arte go Another a whyle shall haue it / & than go therfro Euen as thou hast done Eueryman thou arte mad / that hast thy wyttes fyue And here on erth / wyll not amende thy lyue For sodenly I do cume . euery man Do / wretched caytyfe whether shall I flee That I myght scape this endles sorow Now gentyll deth spare me tyll to morow That I may amende me With good aduysemente . Deth . Nay therto I wyll not consent Nor no man wyll I respyte But to the harte sodenly I shall smyte Without any aduysement And now out of syght I wyll me hye Se thou make the redy shortely For thou mayst saye this is the day That no man lyuynge may scape awaye euery man Alas I may well wepe with syghes depe Now haue I no maner of cumpany To helpe me in my iourney / & me to kepe And also my wrytynge is full vnredy Now shall I do now / for to excuse me I wolde to god I had neuer be gete To my soule a great profyte it had be For now I fere paynes huge and great The tyme passeth / lorde helpe that all wrought For though I mourne it aualeth nought The day passeth / and is almost ago I wot not well what to do To whome were I best my complante to make What and I to felawshyp therof spake And shewed hym of this sodayne chaunce For in hym is all myne affyaunce We haue in the worlde so many a daye Be good frendes in sporte and playe I se hym yonder cartaynely I truste that he wyll bere me cumpany Therfore to hym wyll I speke to ease my sorow Well met god felawshyp and good morowe . Felawshyp speketh . Felawe . Eueryman good morowe by this daye Syr why lokest thou so pyteously If any thynge be amys / I pray the me saye That I may helpe to remedy euery man ye good felawshyp ye I am in greate ieoparde Felawe . My true frende / shew to me your mynde I wyll not forsake the / vnto my lyues ende In the way of good cumpany euery man That is well spoken and louyngly Felawe . Syr I must nedes know your heuynes . I haue pytye to se you in any destresse If any haue you wronged ye shall reuenged be Though I on the grounde be slayne for the Though that I knowe before that I shulde dye euery man Veryly felawshyp gramercy Felawe . Tusshe / be thy thankes I set not a straw Shewe me your grefe / and say no more euery man yf I my herte shulde to you breke And than you to turne your mynde from me And wold not me conforte / when you here me speke Than shulde I ten tymes soryer be Felawe . Syr I say as I wyll do in dede euery man Than be you a good frende at nede I haue founde you true here before Felawe . And so ye shall euermore For in fayth and thou go to hell I wyll not forsake the by the waye euery man ye speke lyke a good frende / I beleue you well I shall deserue it and I maye Felawe . I speke of no deseruynge / by this daye For he that wyll saye / and nothynge do Is not worthy with good company to go Therfore shew me the grefe of your mynde As to your frende moste louynge and kynde euery man I shall shewe you how it is Commaunded I am to go a iournaye A longe waye / herde and daungerous And gyue a strayte counte without delaye Before the hye Iuge adonay Wherfore I pray you / bere me company As ye haue promysed in this iournaye Felawe . That is matter in dede / promyse is duyte But & I shulde take suche a vyage on me I know it well it shulde be to my payne Also it maketh me aferde certayne But let vs take councell here as we can For your wordes wold feare a stronge man euery man Why / ye sayd yf I had nede ye wolde me neuer forsake / quycke ne deed Though it were to hell truely Felawe . So I sayde certeynly But suche pleasures be set asyde / the sothe to say And also yf we toke suche a iournay Whan shulde we cume agayne euery man Nay / nyuer agayne / tyll the day of dome Felawe . In fayth than wyll not I cume there Who hath you these tydynges brought euery man In dede deth was with me here Felawe . No why god that all hath bought If dethe were the messengere For no man that is lyuynge to daye I wyll not go that lothesom iournay Not for the father that begat me euery man ye promysed me other wyse parde Felawe . I wot well I sayd so truely And yet / yf the wylte ete & drynke & make good there Or haunte to women / that lusty cumpany I wolde not forsake you / whyle the daye is clere Truste me veryly euery man ye therto ye wolde be redy To go to myrthe / solace / and playe your mynde to folye wyll soner aply Than to bete me cumpany in my longe iourney Felawe . Nay in good faythe / I wyll not that waye But and thou wylte murdre / or any man kyll In that I wyl helpe the / with a good wyll euery man O that is a symple aduyse in dede Gentyll felawe helpe me in my necessytye We haue loued longe and now I nede And now gentyll felawshyp remembre me Felawe . Whether ye haue loued me or no By saynt Iohn I wyll not with the go euery man yet I pray the take the laboure & do so moche for me To brynge me forwarde for saynt charyte And comforte me tyll I come without the towne Felawe . Nay and thou wolde gyue me a new gowne I wyll not one fote with the goo But and that had taryed I wolde not a left the so And as now god spede the in thy iourney For from the I wyll departe as fast as I may euery man . Whether awaye felawshyp / wylt thou forsake me Felawe . ye by my faye / to god I betake the euery man Farwell good felawshyp for the my herte is sore Felawe . A dewe for I shall neuer se the no more euery man In fayth eueryman farwell now at the ende For you I wyll remembre that partynge is mournynge A lacke shall we thus departe in dede O lady helpe without ony more comforte Lo felawshyp forsaketh me in my moste nede For helpe in this worlde whether shall I resorte Felawshyp here before with me wolde mery make And now lytell sorowe for me doeth he take It is sayd in prosperyte men frendes may fynde Whiche in aduersytye be full vnkynde Now whether for socoure shall I flee Syth that felawshyp hath forsaken me To my kynnesmen I wyll truely Prayenge them to helpe me in my necessytye I beleue that they wyll do soo For kynde wyll crepe where it may not go I wyll go saye / for yender I se them go Where be ye now my frendes and kynnesmen Kynred . Here be we now at your commaundemente Cosyn I praye you shewe vs your intente In ony wyse and do not spare Cosyn . ye eueryman and vs to declare yf ye be dysposed to go ony whether For wot ye well / we wyll lyue & dye to gyther Kynred . In welthe & wo / we wyll with you holde For ouer his kynne a man may be bolde euery man Geamercy my frendes & kynnesmen kynde Now shall I shew you the grefe of my mynde I was commaunded by a messengere That is an hye kynges chefe offycere He had me go a pylgrymage to my payne But I know well I shall neuer cume agayne Also I must gyue rekenynge strayte For I haue a great enemy / that hath me in wayte Whiche intendeth me for to hyndre Kynred . What a counte is that / whiche ye must rendre That wolde I knowe euery man Of all my workes I must shewe How I haue lyued / and my dayes spente Also of yll dedes / that I haue vsed In my tyme / syth lyfe was me lente And of all vertues / that I haue refused Therfore I praye you / go thether with me To helpe to make myne accounte / for saynt charytie Cosyn . What to go thether / is that the matter Nay eueryman I had leuer fast breed & water All this fyue yere and more euery man Alas that euer I was borne For now shall I neuer be mery yf that you forsake me Kynred . A syr what ye be a mery man Take good herte to you / and make no mone But one thynge I warne you / by saynt Anne As for me / ye shall go alone euery man My cosyn / wyll you not with me go Cosyn . No by our lady / I haue the crampe in my to Trust not to me / for so god me spede I wyll deceyue you / in your moste nede Kynred . It auayleth not vs to tyse ye shall haue my mayde / with all my herte She loueth to go to festes / there to be nyce And to daunce / and a brode to sterte I wyll gyue her leue / to helpe you in that iurnaye If that you and she may agree euery man Nw shewe me the very effecte of your mynde Wyll you go with me / or abyde behynde Kynred . Abyde behynde / ye that wyll I & I may Therfore farwell / tyll a nother daye eueryman How shulde I be mery or gladde For fayre promyses / men to me do make But whan I haue moste nede / they me forsake I am deceyued that maketh me sad Cosyn . Cosyn eueryman farwell now For verely I wyll not go with you Also of my owne / an vnredy rekenynge I haue to accounte / therfore I make taryenge Now god kepe the / for now I go euery man A Iesus is all cume hereto Loo / fayre wordes maketh fooles fayne They promyse / & nothynge wyll do certayne My kynnesmen promysed me faythfully For to abyde with me stedfastly And now fast awaye do they flee Euyn so felawshyp promysed me What frende were best me of to prouyde I lose my tyme here longer to abyde yet in my mynde a thynge there is All my lyfe I haue loued ryches If that my good now helpe me / myght It wolde make my herte full lyght I wyll speke to hym / in this dystresse Where arte thou my goodes and ryches . Goodes . Who calleth me ( eueryman ) what hast thou haste I lye here in corners trussed and pyled so hye And in chestes I am locked full fast Also sacked in bagges / thou mayste se with thyne eye I cannot stere / in packes low I lye what wolde ye haue / lyghtly me saye euery man Cume hyther good / in all the hast thou may For of councell I must desyre the Goodes . Syr & ye in the worlde haue trouble or aduersyte Than can I helpe you / to remedye shortely euery man It is a nother dysease that greuyth me In this worlde it is not / I tell soo I am sende for another waye to go To gyue a strayte accounte generall Before the hyghest Iupyter of all And all my lyfe / I haue had ioye & pleasure in the Therfore I praye the go with me For perauenture thou mayest before god almyghty My rekenynge helpe to clene and puryfye For it is sayd euer amonge That money maketh all ryght / that is wronge Goodes . Nay eueryman / I synge a nother songe I folow no man in suche byages For and I wente with the Thou shuldest fare moche the worse for me For bycause on me thou dyde set thy mynde Thy rekenynge I haue made / blotted and blynde That thyne accounte thou cannot make truely And that haste thou for the loue of me euery man That wolde greue me full sore Whan I shulde cum to that ferefull answere Vp let vs go thyther to gyther Goodes . Nay not so I am to bryttell I may not endure I wyll folow no man one fote be thou sure eueryman Alas I haue the loued & had great pleasure All my lyfe dayes on good and treasure Goodes . That is to thy dampnacyon without lesynge For my loue is contrary / to the loue euerlastynge But yf thou had me loued moderately durynge As to the poore to gyue parte for me Than shouldest thou not in this doloure be Nor in this great sorow and care euery man Lo now / I was deceyued or I was ware And all I may wyte my spendynge of tyme Goodes . What wenest thou that I am thyne euery man I had wente so Goodes . Nay eueryman I say noo As for a whyle I was lente the A season thou haste had me in prosperytye My condycyons is mannes soule to kyll yf I saue one / a thousande I do spyll Wenest thou that I wyll folowe the From this worlde nay verely euery man I had wende otherwyse Goodes . Therfore to thy soule good is a thefe For whan thou arte deed this is my guyse A nother to deceyue in the same wyse As I haue done the / & al to his soules reprefe euery man O false good cursed thou be Thou traytour to god / thou hast deceyued me And caught me in thy snare Goodes . Mary thou brought thy selfe in care Where of I am gladde I must nedes laugh / I cannot be sad euery man A good thou hast had my hartely loue I gaue the that whiche shulde be the lordes aboue But wylt thou not go with me in dede I praye the truthe to saye Goodes . No so god me spede Therfore farwell and haue good daye euery man O to whome shall I make my mone For to go with me / in that heuy iournaye Fyrst felawshyp / he sayd he wolde with me go His wordes were very plesaunte and gaye But afterwarde he lefte me alone Than spake I to my kynnysmen all in despayre And also they gaue me wordes fayre They lacked no fayre spekynge But all forsake me in the endynge Than wente I to my goodes that I loued best In hope to haue cumforte / but there had I leest For my goodes sharpely dyd me tell That he bryngeth many in hell Than of my selfe I was a shamed And so I am worthy tolde blamed Thus may I well my selfe hate Of whome shall I now councell take I thynke that I shall neuer spede Tyll that I go to my good dede But able she is so weke That she can no ther go nor speke yet wyll 〈…〉 her now My good dedes where be you Good ded Here I ly cold in the grounde Thy synnes haue me so fore bounde That I cannot stere euery man O / good dedes I stonde in feare I must you praye of councell For helpe now shulde cum ryght well Good ded Eueryman I haue vnderstandynge That thou arte somoned a counte to make Before Messya●● of Ierusalem kynge And you do by not that iournaye with you wyl I take euery man Therfore I cum to you my mone to make I pray the to go with me Good ded I wolde full fayne but I cannot stonde verely euery man Why is there any thynge on your 〈◊〉 Good ded y● syr 〈◊〉 may thanke you of all yf ye had perfytely the redi●e your boke of accounte / full redy now had be Loke the bokes of your workes & dedes eke Beholde how they lye vnder the fete To your soules ●●●ynes euery man Our lorde Iesus helpe me For one letter herein can I not se Good ded There is a blynde rekenynge in tyme of dystresse euery man Good dedes I praye you helpe me in this nede Or els I am for euer damned in dede Therfore helpe me to make my rekenynge Before the redemer of all thynge That kynge is and was and euer shall Good ded Eueryman I am sory of your fall And fayne wolde I helpe you & I were able euery man Good dedes your councell I pray you gyue me Good ded That shall I do verely Though that on my fete I may not go I haue a syster that shall with you also Called knowlege / which shall with you abyde To helpe you to make that dredfull rekenynge Knowlege Eueryman I wyll go with the / and be thy guyde In thy moste nede to go by thy syde euery man In good condycyon I am now in euery thynge And am holy contente with this good thynge Thankyd be god my creature Good ded And whan he hath brought the there Where thou shalte heale the of thy smarte Than go thou with thy rekenynge & thy good dedes togyther For to make the ioyfull at the harte Before the blessyd trynytye euery man My good dedes I thanke the hartfully I am well contente certaynly With your wordes swete Knowlege Now go we thether louyngly To confessyon that clensynge ryuere euery man For ioye I wepe I wolde we were there But I praye you to instructe me by intelleccyon Where dwellyth that holy vertue confessyon Knowlege In the house of saluacyon We shall fynde hym in that place That shall vs cumforte by goddes grace Lo● this is confessyon / knele downe & aske mercy For he is in good conceyte with god almyghty euery man O gloryous fountayne that all vnclennes doth clarify Wasshe from me the spottes of vyces vnclene That on me no synne may be sene I cum with knowlege for my redempcyon Redempe with herte and full of contrycyon For I am commaunded a pylgrymage to take And great accountes before god to make Now I praye you shryfte mother of saluacyon Helpe my good dedes / for my petyous exclamacyon Confessyon I know your sorowe well / eueryman Bycause with knowlege ye cum to me I wyll you comforte as well as I can And a precyous Iewell I wyll gyue the Called penaunce voyder of aduersytye Therwith shall your body chastysed be With abstynence & perseuerance in goddes seruyce Here shall you receyue that scurge of me Whiche is penaunce stronge that ye must endure To remembre thy sauyoure was scurged for the With sharpe scurges and suffered it pacyently So must that or thou scape that paynful pylgrymage Knowlege hym and kepe hym in this vyage And by that tyme good dedes wyll be with the But in any wyse be sure of mercy For your tyme draweth fast / and ye wyll saued be Aske god mercy and he wyll graunte truely Whan with the scurge of penaunce man doth him bynde The oyle of forgyuenes than shall he fynde euery man Thanked be god for his gracyous werke For now I wyll my penaunce begynne This hath reioysed and lyghted my herte Though the knottes be paynfull & harde within Knowlege Eueryman your penaunce loke that ye fulfyll What payne that euer it to you be And knowlege wyll gyue you councell at wyll How your accounte ye shall make crelery euery man O eternall god / o heuenly fygure O way of ryghtwysenes / o goodly vysyon Whiche descended downe in a vyrgyn pure Bycause he wolde eueryman to redeme Whiche Adam forfeyted by his dysobedyens O blessyd godhede electe and hye deuyne Forgyue me my greuous offence Here I crye the mercy in this presence O ghostly treasure / o raunsomer & redemer Of all the worlde / hope and conductor Myrrour of ioye / and founder of mercy Whiche enlumyneth heuen and erth therby Here my clamorous complaynte / though it late be Receyue my prayers of thy benygnytye Though I be a synner moste abhomynable yet let my name be wryten in moyses table O mary pray to the maker of all thynge Me for to helpe at my endynge And saue me from the power of my enemy For deth assayleth me strongly And lady that I may by meane of thy prayer Of thy sonnes glory to be parte taker By the meane of his passyon I it craue I beseche you helpe my soule to saue Knowlege gyue me the scorge of penaunce My flesshe therwith shall gyue a quytaunce I wyll now begynne yf god gyue me grace Knowlege Euery man / god gyue you tyme and space Thus I bequethe you in the handes of our sauyoure Thus may you make your rekenynge sure euery man In the name of the holy trynyte My body sore punysshyd shal be Take this body for the synne of the flesshe Also thou delytest to go gaye and fresshe And in waye of dampnacyon thou dyd me brynge Therfore suffre nowe strokes and punysshenge Now of penaunce I wyll wade the water clere To saue me from hell and from the fyre Good ded I thanke god now I can walke and go I am delyuered of my sekenesse and wo Therfore with eueryman I wyll go and not spare His god workes I wyll helpe hym to declare Knowlege Now eueryman be mery and gladde your good dedes do come ye may not be sadde Now is your good dedes hole and sounde Goynge vpryght vpon the grounde euery man My herte is lyght and shall be euermore Now wyll I smyte faster than I dyd before Good ded Eueryman pylgrym my specyall frende Blessyd be thou without ende For the is prepared the eternall glory ye haue me made hole and sounde Therfore I wyll abyde with the / in euery stounde euery man Welcume my good dedes now I here thy voyce I wepe for very swetenes of loue Knowlege Be no more sad / but euer more reioyce God seeth thy lyuynge in his trone aboue Put on this garment / to thy behoue Whiche with your teres is no wall wete Lest before god / it be vnswete Whan you to your iourneyes ende cume shall euery man Gentyll knowlege / what do ye it call Knowlege It is the garmente of sorowe From payne it wyll you borow Contrycyon it is That getteth forgyuenes It pleasyth god passynge well Good ded Eueryman wyll you were it / for your hele euery man Now blessyd be Iesu maryes sonne For now haue I on true contrycyon And let vs go now / without taryenge Good dedes / haue we clere oure rekenynge Good ded ye in dede I haue it here euery man Than I trust we nede not fere Now frendes let vs not parte in twayne Kynred . Nay eueryman / that wyll we not certayne Good ded yet must thou lede with the Thre persones of great myght euery man Who shulde they be Good ded Dyscressyon and strengthe they hyght And thy beautye may not abyde behynde Knowlege Also ye must call to mynde your fyue wyttes / as for your councellers Good ded you must haue them redy / at all houres euery man How shall I get them hyther Kynred . you must call them all to gyther And they wyll here you in contynent euery man My frendes cume hyder and be present Dyscressyon / strength / my fyue wyttes & beautye Beautye . Here at your wyll we be redy What wolde ye that we shalde do Good ded That ye wold with eueryman go And helpe hym in his pylgrymage Aduyse you / wyll ye with hym or not / in that vyage Strength We wyll brynge hym all thether To his helpe & cumforte / ye may beleue me Descression So wyll we go with hym all to gyther euery man Almyghty god / loued may thou be I gyue the laude / that I haue hether brought Strength / dyscressyon / beaute / & fyue wyttes lac I nought And my good dedes / with knowlege clere All be in cumpany at my wyll here I desyre no more to my besynes Strength And I strength wyll stonde by you in destresse Thoughe thou woldest in batayll fyght on the grounde v. wyttis . And though it were throughe the worlde rounde We wyll not departe for swete nor soure Beautye . No more wyll I vnto dethes houre What so euer therof befall Discression Eueryman aduyse you fyrst of all Go with a good aduysement / & delyberycyon We all gyue you vertues monycyon That all shall be well euery man My frendes herken what I wyll tell I pray god rewarde you / in his heuenly spere Now herken all that be here For I wyll make my testament Here before you all presente In almes half my good I wyll gyue with my handes twayne In the waye of charytye with good entent And the other halfe styll shall remane In quyet to be returned there it ought to be This I do in despyte of the fende of hell To go quyte out of his parell Euer after and this daye . Knowlege Eueryman herken what I saye Go to pryesthode I you aduyse And receyue of hym in ony wyse The holy sacramente / and oyntment to gyther Than shortely se ye turne agayne hyder We wyll all abyde you here . v. wyttes . ye eueryman hye you / that ye redy were Theyr is no emperour / kynge / duke / ne baron That of god hath commyssyon As hath the leest pryest in the worlde beynge For of the blessyd sacramentes pure & benynge He bereth the keyes & therof hathe he cure For mannes redempcyon it is euer sure Whiche god for our soules medycyne Gaue vs out of his harte with great pyne Here in this transytory lyfe / for the and me The blessyd sacramentes seuen there be Baptym / confyrmacyon / with pryesthode good And the sacrament of godds precyous flesshe & blode Maryage the holy extreme vnccyon and penaunce These .vii. be good to haue in remembraunce Gracyous sacramentes of hye dyuynyte euery man Fayne wolde I receyue that holy body And mekely to my ghostly father I wyll go v. wyttes . Eueryman that is the best that ye can do God wyll you to saluacyon brynge For good pryesthod excedeth all other thynge To vs holy scrypture they do teche And conuerteth man from synne heuen to reche God hath to them more power gyuen Than to ony angell that is in heuen With .v. wordes he may consecrate Goddes body in fresshe and bloode to make And handeleth his maker bytwene his handes The pryest byndeth and vnbyndeth all bandes Bothe in erth and in heuen Thou mynysters all the sacrementes seuen Though we kysse thy fete thou were worthy Thou arte surgyon that cureth synne deedly No remedy we fynde vnder god But all onely pryesthode Eueryman god gaue pryest that dygnyte And setteth them in his stede amonge vs to be Thus be they aboue angelles in degre Knowlege If pryestes be good it is so surely But whan Iesu henge on the crosse with great smarte There he gaue out of his blessyd herte The same sacrament in great tourment He solde them not to vs that lorde omnipotent Therefore saynt Peter the apostle doth saye That Iesus curse hathe all they Which god theyr sauyour do bye or sell Or they for ony money do take or tell Synfull pryestes gyueth the synners example bad Theyr chyldren sytteth by other mennes fyres I haue herde . And some haunteth womens company With vnclene lyfe as lustes of lechery These be with synne made blynde v. wyttes . I trust to god no suche may we fynde Therfore let vs pryesthode honoure And folow theyr doctryne for our soules socoure We be ther shepe and they shepeherdes be By whom we all be kepte in suertye Peas for yender I se eueryman cume Which hath made true satysfaccoon Good ded Me thynketh it is he in dede euery man Now Ihesu cryst be your alder spede I haue receyued the sacramente for my redempcyon And thou myne extreme vnccyon Blessyd be all they that counceyled me to take it And now frendes let vs go without longer respyte I thanke god that ye haue taryed so longe Now set eche of you on this rodde your honde And shortly folwe me I go before there I wolde be / god be our guyde Strength Eueryman we wyll not from you go Tyll ye haue gone this vyage longe Descression I dyscressyon wyll byde by you also Knowlege And though this pylgrimage be neuer so stronge I wyll neuer parte you fro Eueryman I wyll be as sure by the As euer I dyd by Iudas machabe euery man Alas I am so faynt I may not stande My lymmes vnder me do folde Frendes let vs not turne agayne to this lande Not for all the worldes golde For into this caue must I crepe And turne to the erth & there to slepe Beautye . What into this graue alas euery man ye there shall you consume more & lesse Beautye . And what shulde Ismoder here euery man ye be my fayth and neuer more appere In this worlde lyue no more we shall But in heuen before the hyest lorde of all Beautye . I crosse out all this / adewe by faynte John I take my cap in my lap and am gone euery man What beautye whether wyll ye . Beautye . peas I am defe / I loke not behynde me Not & thou wolde gyue me all the golde in thy chest euery man Alas wherto may I truste Beautye goeth fast awaye and from me She promysed with me to lyue and dye Strenght Eueryman I wyll the also forsake & denye Thy game lyketh me not at all euery man Why / than ye wyll for sake me all Swete strength tary a lytell space Strength Nay syr by the rode of grace I wyll hye me from the fast Though thou wepe tyll thy harte brast euery man ye wolde euer byde by me ye sayd Strength ye I haue you ferre ynough conuayed ye be olde ynought I vnderstande your pylgrymage to take on hande I repente me that I hether came euery man Strength you to dysplease I am to blame Wyll you breke promyse / that is dette Strenght In fayth I care not Thou arte but a foole to complayne you spende your speche and waste your brayne Go thryst the into the grounde euery man I had wende surer I shulde you haue founde He that trusteth in his strenght She hym deceyueth at the length Bothe strength and beautye forsaketh me yet they promysed me fayre and louyngly Descression Eueryman I wyll after strength begone As for me I wyll leue you alone euery man Why descressyon wyll ye forsake me Discression ye in fayth I wyll go from the For whan strength goeth before I folow after euermore euery man yet I pray the for the loue of the trynytye Loke in my graue ones pyteously Descression Nay so nye I wyll not cume Farewell euerychone euery man O all thynge fayleth saue god alone Beautye / strength / and descressyon For whan deth bloweth his blaste They all renne from me full fast v. wyttis . Eueryman of the now my leue I take I wyll folow the other for here I the forsake euery man Alas than may I wayle and wepe For I toke you for my best frende v. wyttes . I wyll no lenger the kepe Now farwell and there an ende euery man O Iesu helpe all hath forsaken me Good ded Nay eueryman I wyll byde with the I wyll not forsake the in dede Thou shalte fynde me a god frende at nede euery man Gramercy good ded now may I true frendes se They haue forsaken me euerychone I loued them better then my good dedes alone Knowlege wyll ye forsake me also Knowlege ye eueryman whan ye to deth do go But not yet for no maner of daungere euery man Gramercy knowlege with all my herte Knowlege Naye yet I wyll not from hens departe Tyll I se where ye shall become euery man Me thynketh alas that I must be gone To make may rekenynge and my dettes paye For I se my tyme is nye spente awaye Take example all ye that this do here or se How they that I loued best do forsake me Excepte my good dedes that bydeth truly Good ded All ertly thynge is but vanyte Beaute strength and discrecyon do man forsake Folysshe frendes and kynnesmen that fayre spake All fleeth saue good dedes and that am I euery man Haue mercy on me god moost myghty And stande by me thou moder & mayde holy Mary Good ded Fere not I wyll speke for the euery man Here I crye god mercy Good ded Shorte oure ende and mynysshe our payne Let vs go and neuer come agayne euery man In to thy handes lorde my soule I commende Receyue it lorde that it be nat lost As thou me boughtest so me defende And saue me from the fendes boost That I may appere with that blessed hooft That shall be saued at the dome ( In manus tuas ) of myghtes moost For euer ( commendo spiritum meum ) Knowlege Now hath he suffred that we all shall endure The good dedes shall make all sure Now hathe he made endynge Me thynketh that I here angelles synge And make great Ioye and melodye Where euery mannes soule shall receyued be Aungell . Cume excellent electe spouse to Iesu Here aboue thou shall go By cause of thy synguler vertue Now thy soule is taken thy body fro Thy rekenynge is crystall clere Now shalt thou into the heuenly spere Vnto the whiche all ye shall cume That lyueth well / before the day of dome . Doctoure This memoryall men / may haue in mynde ye herers take it of worth olde and yonge And forsake myde / for he deceyueth you in the ende And remembre beautye / fyue wyttes / strength / and discression They all at the last / do eueryman forsake Saue his good dedes / there dothe he take But beware / for and they be small Before god / he hath no helpe at all None excuse may be there / for eueryman Alas how shall he do than For after deth / amendes may no man make For than mercy and yet ye doeth hym forsake If his rekenynge be not clere / whan he do cume God wyll saye ( ite maledicti in ignem eternam . And he that hath his accounte hole & sounde Hye in heuen / he shall be crounde Vnto the whiche place / god brynge vs all thether That we may lyue / body and soule to gyther Therto helpe the trynytye Say ye for saynte charytye .

printer's device of John Skot or Scott, featuring a shield bearing Skot's monogram surmounted by a helmet, suspended from a tree and supported by two fabulous beasts (McKerrow 59β)

JOHN SCOTT