That money maketh all right that is wrong.”
“Nay, Everyman, I sing another song;
I follow no man in such voyages,”
declared Goods; and, when Everyman spoke to him indignantly,
“What, weenest [imaginest] thou that I am thine?”
he exclaimed.
“I had wend [imagined] so,”
stammered Everyman.
“Nay, Everyman; I say no!”
returned Goods; and went on to assure him that Goods were only lent, and that they generally killed a man’s soul. Then, in his great despair, Everyman cursed the cruel spirit, who only laughed mockingly, refused to follow him out of this world, and before Everyman could speak again drew close the curtains of his shrine.