Everyman. That was well spoken and lovyngly.
Felawshyp. Syr, I must nedes knowe your hevynesse.
I have pyte to se you in ony dystresse.
If ony have you wronged ye shall revenged be,
Though I on the grounde be slayne for the,
Though that I knowe before that I sholde dye.
Everyman. Veryly, Felawshyp, gramercy.
Felawshyp. Tusshe, by thy thankes I set not a strawe,
Shewe me your grefe and saye no more.
Everyman. If I my herte sholde to you breke,
And than you to tourne your mynde fro me,
And wolde not me comforte whan ye here me speke,
Then sholde I ten tymes soryer be.
Felawshyp. Syr, I saye as I wyll do in dede.
Everyman. Than be you a good frende at nede,
I have founde you true herebefore.
Felawshyp. And so ye shall evermore,
For, in fayth, and thou go to hell
I wyll not forsake the by the waye.
[Everyman now explains his need for a companion along the road to the next world.]
Felawshyp. That is mater in dede! Promyse is duty,
But and I sholde take suche vyage on me,
I knowe it well, it sholde be to my payne;
Also it make me aferde, certayne.
But let us take counsell here as well as we can,
For your wordes wolde fere a stronge man.