Anonymous · published 1534 · first performed or written c.1519 (Annals) not in BritDrama T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation typicality 0.75 · 521 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T5: god, christ, david, sin, holy, israel, lord, mercy, sins, faith.
I Pray you all give your audience. And here this matter with reverent By figure 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 intent of it/ is more gracious And sweet to bear away This story sayeth man in the beginning Look well & take good hood to the ending Be you never so gay. ye think sin in the beginning full sweet Which in the end causeth thy soul to weep When the body lieth in clay Here shall you see how fellowship and solyte Both strength/ pleasure/ and beauty Will bade from the as flower in may For ye shall here/ how our heaven kenge Calleth everyman to a general reckoning give audyens and here what he will 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 their god In worldly riches is all their mind They fear not my right wyllenes, that sharp tool My law that I showed/ when I for them died They forgot clean/ & shedding of my blood so red I hanged between two thieves/ it cannot be denied To get them life I suffer to be deed I healed their feet/ with thorns hurt was my heed I could do no more than I dyde 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 Everyman liveth so after his own pleasure And yet of their life they be not sure I see the more that I them forbear The worse they are from year to year All that liveth appeareth fast Therefore I will in all the haste Have a reckoning of every man's person For and I leave the people thus alone In their life and wicked tempests Verily they will become moche worse than beasts For now one would by envy another up ere charity they all do clean forget I hoped well that everyman In my glory should make his mansion And thereto I had them all elect But now I see that like traitors deject They thank me not for the pleasure that I to them Nor yet for their being that I them have lente I proffered the people great multitude of mercy And few there be that asketh it heartily They be so cumbered with worldly riches That needs on them I must do justice On everyman living without fear Where art thou death the mighty messengere almighty god I am here at your will your commandment to fulfil Go thou to everyman And show him in my name Apylgrymage/ 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
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I Pray you all gyue your audyence. And here this matter with reuerente By fygure a morall playe The ſomonȳg 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 ¶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 ye heuenly cōpany 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 be cume 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 yt I to thē mēt 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 ye myghty meſſengere ¶Almyghty god I am here at your wyll your commaundemente to fulfyll ¶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