DEATH.
Yea, sir, I will show you; in great haste I am sent to thee
Fro God out of his Majesty.
EVERYMAN.
What! sent to me?
DEATH.
Yea, certainly:
Though you have forgot him here,
He thinketh on thee in the heavenly sphere;
As, ere 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 lenger respite.