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Wouldest thou wete*? *know

Death: Yea, sir, I will show you;

In great haste I am sent to thee

From God out of his great majesty.

Everyman: What, sent to me?

Death: Yea, certainly.

Though thou have forget him here,

He thinketh on thee in the heavenly sphere,

As, or we depart, thou shalt know.

Everyman: What desireth God of me?

Death: That shall I show thee;

A reckoning he will needs have

Without any longer respite.

Everyman: To give a reckoning longer leisure I crave;

This blind matter troubleth my wit.

Death: On thee thou must take a long journey:

Therefore thy book of count with thee thou bring;

For turn again thou can not by no way,

And look thou be sure of thy reckoning:

For before God thou shalt answer, and show

Thy many bad deeds and good but few;

How thou hast spent thy life, and in what wise,

Before the chief lord of paradise.

Have ado that we were in that way,

For, wete thou well, thou shalt make none attournay*. *mediator

Everyman: Full unready I am such reckoning to give

I know thee not: what messenger art thou?

Death: I am Death, that no man dreadeth.

For every man I rest and no man spareth;

For it is God’s commandment

That all to me should be obedient.

Everyman: O Death, thou comest when I had thee least in mind;

In thy power it lieth me to save,

Yet of my good will I give thee, if ye will be kind,

Yea, a thousand pound shalt thou have,