GOODS.
Sir, and ye in the world have sorrow or adversity,
That can I help you to remedy shortly.
EVERYMAN.
It is another disease that grieveth me;
In this world it is not, I tell thee so,
I am sent for another way to go,
To give a strait account general
Before the highest Jupiter of all:
And all my life I have had my pleasure in thee,
Therefore I pray thee now go with me;
For, peraventure, thou mayest before God Almighty
My reckoning help to clean and purify,
For it is said ever among,
That money maketh all right that is wrong.
GOODS.
Nay, nay, Everyman, I sing another song;
I follow no man in such voyages,
For, and I went with thee,
Thou shouldest fare much the worse for me:
For because on me thou diddest set thy mind,
Thy reckoning I have made blotted and blind,
That thine account thou cannot make truly;
And that hast thou for the love of me.
EVERYMAN.
That would grieve me full sore,
When I should come to that fearful answer:
Up, and let us go thither together.
GOODS.
Nay, not so; I am too brittle, I may not endure:
I will follow no man one foot, be ye sure.