Anonymous · published 1534 · first performed or written c.1519 (Annals) not in BritDrama unassigned nearest T52 Prodigals, portions and poor kin · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T52: brother, father, uncle, cousin, son, poor, bread, old, given, master.
Geamercy my friends & kinsmen kind Now shall I show you the grief of my mind I was commanded by a messengere That is an high kings chief officer He had me go a pilgrimage to my pain But I know well I shall never come again Also I must give reckoning straight For I have a great enemy/ that hath me in wait Which intendeth me for to hinder What a count 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/ sith life was me lente 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 liefer fast breed & water All this five year and more Alas that ever I was borne For now shall I never be merry if that you forsake me A 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 the cramp in my to Trust not to me/ for so god me speed I will deceive you/ in your most need It availeth not us to tyse ye shall have my maid/ with all my heart She loveth to go to feasts/ there to be nice And to dance/ and a broad to start I will give her leave/ to help you in that iurnaye If that you and she may agree Nw show me the very effect of your mind Will you go with me/ or abide behind Abide behind/ ye that will I & I may Therefore farewell/ till another day How should I be merry or glad For fair promises/ men to me do 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 my own/ a unredy reckoning I have to account/ therefore I make tarrying Now god keep thee/ for now I go A Iesus is all come hereto Loo/ fair words maketh fools feign They promise/ & 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 of 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 good 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.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
¶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 ¶What a counte is that / whiche ye muſt rendre That wolde I knowe ¶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 ¶What to go thether / is that the matter Nay eueryman I had leuer faſt breed & water All this fyue yere and more ¶Alas that euer I was borne For now ſhall I neuer be mery yf that you forſake me ¶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 ¶My coſyn / wyll you not with me go ¶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 ¶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 ¶Nw ſhewe me the very effecte of your mynde Wyll you go with me / or abyde behynde ¶Abyde behynde / ye that wyll I & I may Therfore farwell / tyll a nother daye ¶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 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 ¶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.