Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Summoning of Everyman · chunk 13 of 14

Anonymous · published 1534 · first performed or written c.1519 (Annals)
not in BritDrama
T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation typicality 0.69 · 502 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T5: god, christ, david, sin, holy, israel, lord, mercy, sins, faith.

Everyman we will not from you go Till ye have gone this voyage long I discretion will bide by you also And though this pilgrimage be never so strong I will never part you fro Everyman I will be as sure by the As ever I did by Iudas machabe Alas I am so faint I may not stand My limbs under me do fold Friends let us not turn again to this land Not for all the worlds gold For into this cave must I creep And turn to the earth & there to sleep What into this grave alas ye there shall you consume more & less And what should Ismoder here ye be my faith and never more appear In this world live no more we shall But in heaven before the highest lord of all I cross out all this/ adieu by faint John I take my cap in my lap and am gone What beauty whether will ye. peas I am deaf/ I look not behind me Not & thou would give me all the gold in thy chest Alas whereto may I trust Beauty goeth fast away and from me She promised with me to live and die Everyman I will the also forsake & deny Thy game liketh me not at all Why/ than ye will for sake me all Sweet strength tarry a little space Nay sir by the road of grace I will high me from the fast Though thou weep till thy heart burst ye would ever bide by me ye said ye I have you far enough conveyed ye be old enough I understand your pilgrimage to take on hand I repent me that I hither came Strength you to displease I am to blame Will you break promise/ that is debt In faith I care not Thou art but a fool to complain you spend your speech and waste your brain Go thirst the into the ground I had wend surer I should you have found He that trusteth in his strength She him deceiveth at the length Both strength and beauty forsaketh me yet they promised me fair and lovingly Everyman I will after strength begun As for me I will leave you alone Why descressyon will ye forsake me ye in faith I will go from the For when strength goeth before I follow after evermore yet I pray the for the love of the trinity Look in my grave ones piteously Nay so nigh I will not come Farewell every one O all thing faileth save god alone Beauty/ strength/ and descressyon For when death bloweth his blast They all run from me full fast Everyman of the now my leave I take I will follow the other for here I the forsake Alas than may I wail and weep For I took you for my best friend I will no longer the keep Now farewell and there an end O Iesu help all hath forsaken me
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Details

Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayThe Summoning of Everyman
AuthorAnonymous
Publication year (edition)1534
First performance / composition (Annals)c.1519
Genre (British Drama)not in BritDrama
Play typeInterlude;Nonprofessional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 9 · TCP A00471 · DEEP 7
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 780–850 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 13 of 14 in this edition
Length502 words · 563 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T5 — Christian faith, sin and salvation cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.690 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seedsseed 43: T4 · seed 44: T5 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
¶Eueryman we wyll not from you go Tyll ye haue gone this vyage longe ¶I dyſcreſſyon wyll byde by you alſo ¶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 ¶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 ¶What into this graue alas ¶ye there ſhall you conſume more & leſſe ¶And what ſhulde Iſmoder here ¶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 ¶I croſſe out all this / adewe by faynte John̄ I take my cap in my lap and am gone ¶What beautye whether wyll ye. ¶Peas I am defe / I loke not behynde me Not & thou wolde gyue me all the golde in thy cheſt ¶Alas wherto may I truſte Beautye goeth faſt awaye and from me She promyſed with me to lyue and dye ¶Eueryman I wyll the alſo forſake & denye Thy game lyketh me not at all ¶Why / than ye wyll for ſake me all Swete ſtrength tary a lytell ſpace ¶Nay ſyr by the rode of grace I wyll hye me from the faſt Though thou wepe tyll thy harte braſt ¶ye wolde euer byde by me ye ſayd ¶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 ¶Strength you to dyſpleaſe I am to blame Wyll you breke promyſe / that is dette ¶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 ¶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 ¶Eueryman I wyll after ſtrength begone As for me I wyll leue you alone ¶Why deſcreſſyon wyll ye forſake me ¶ye in fayth I wyll go from the For whan ſtrength goeth before I folow after euermore ¶yet I pray the for the loue of the trynytye Loke in my graue ones pyteouſly ¶Nay ſo nye I wyll not cume Farewell euerychone ¶O all thynge fayleth ſaue god alone Beautye / ſtrength / and deſcreſſyon For whan deth bloweth his blaſte They all renne from me full faſt ¶Eueryman of the now my leue I take I wyll folow the other for here I the forſake ¶Alas than may I wayle and wepe For I toke you for my beſt frende ¶I wyll no lenger the kepe Now farwell and there an ende ¶O Ieſu helpe all hath forſaken me