Anonymous · published 1534 · first performed or written c.1519 (Annals) not in BritDrama T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation typicality 0.79 · 460 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T5: god, christ, david, sin, holy, israel, lord, mercy, sins, faith.
Marry thou brought thyself in care Where of I am glad I must needs laugh/ I cannot be sad A good thou hast had my heartily love I gave the that which should be the lords above But wilt thou not go with me in deed I pray the truth to say No so god me speed Therefore farewell and have good day O to whom shall I make my moan For to go with me/ in that heavy journey first fellowship/ he said he would with me go His words were very pleasant and gay But afterward he left me alone Than spoke I to my kynnysmen all in despair And also they gave me words fair They lacked no fair speaking But all forsake me in the ending Than went I to my goods that I loved best In hope to have cumforte/ but there had I leest For my goods sharply did me tell That he bringeth many in hell Than of myself I was a shamed And so I am worthy told blamed Thus may I well myself hate Of whom shall I now council take I think that I shall never speed Till that I go to my good deed But able she is so week That she can no there go nor speak yet will 〈…〉 her now My good deeds where be you Here I lie cold in the ground Thy sins have me so fore bound That I cannot steer O/ good deeds I stand in fear I must you pray of council For help now should come right well Everyman I have understanding That thou art summoned a count to make Before Messya●● of Ierusalem king And you do by not that journey with you will I take Therefore I come to you my moan to make I pray the to go with me I would full fain but I cannot stand verily Why is there any thing on your 〈◊〉 ¶y syr may thanke you of all if ye had perfitly the redi●e your book of account/ full ready now had be Look the books of your works & deeds eke Behold how they lie under the feet To your souls ●●●ynes Our lord Iesus help me For one letter herein can I not see There 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 in deed Therefore help me to make my reckoning Before the redeemer of all thing That king is and was and ever shall Everyman I am sorry of your fall And fain would I help you & I were able Good deeds your council I pray you give me
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¶Mary thou brought thy ſelfe in care Where of I am gladde I muſt nedes laugh / I cannot be ſad ¶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 ¶No ſo god me ſpede Therfore farwell and haue good daye ¶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 ¶Here I ly cold in the grounde Thy ſynnes haue me ſo fore bounde That I cannot ſtere ¶O / good dedes I ſtonde in feare I muſt you praye of councell For helpe now ſhulde cum ryght well ¶Eueryman I haue vnderſtandynge That thou arte ſomoned a counte to make Before Meſſya of Ieruſalem kynge And you do by not that iournaye wt you wyl I take ¶Therfore I cum to you my mone to make I pray the to go with me ¶I wolde full fayne but I cannot ſtonde verely ¶Why is there any thynge on your ¶y ſyr may thanke you of all yf ye had perfytely the redie 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 ¶Our lorde Iesus helpe me For one letter herein can I not ſe ¶There is a blynde rekenynge in tyme of dyſtreſſe ¶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 ¶Eueryman I am ſory of your fall And fayne wolde I helpe you & I were able ¶Good dedes your councell I pray you gyue me