DISCRETION.
I Discretion will bide by you also.
KNOWLEDGE.
And though this pilgrimage be never so strong,
I will never part you fro:
Everyman, I will be as sure by thee,
As ever I was by Judas Maccabee.
EVERYMAN.
Alas! I am so faint I may not stand,
My limbs under me do fold:
Friends, let us not turn again to this land,
Not for all the world's gold;
For into this cave must I creep,
BEAUTY.
And turn to the earth, and there to sleep.
EVERYMAN.
What, into this grave? Alas!