EVERYMAN.
Why, Discretion, will ye forsake me?
DISCRETION.
Yea, in faith, I will go fro thee;
For when Strength is gone before,
Then I follow after evermore.
EVERYMAN.
Yet, I pray thee, for love of the Trinity,
Look in my grave once piteously.
DISCRETION.
Nay, so nigh will I not come.
Now farewell, fellows everichone.[107]
EVERYMAN.
Oh, all thing faileth, save God alone,
Beauty, Strength, and Discretion;
For, when Death bloweth his blast,
They all run fro me full fast.