EVERYMAN.
Alas! whereto may I now trust?
Beauty doth fast away hie:
She promised with me to live and die.
STRENGTH.
Everyman, I will thee also forsake and deny,
The game liketh me not at all.
EVERYMAN.
Why then ye will forsake me all:
Strength, tarry, I pray you, a little space.
STRENGTH.
Nay, sir, by the rood of grace,
I will hie me from thee fast,
Though thou weep till thy heart brast.
EVERYMAN.
Ye would ever bide by me, ye said.