the power of my enemy,
For _Death_ assaileth me strongly;
And, Lady, that I may by means of thy prayer
Of your Son's glory to be partaker,
By the means of his passion I it crave,
I beseech you, help my soul to save.--
_Knowledge_, give me the scourge of penance;
My flesh therewith shall give a quittance:
I will now begin, if God give me grace.

_Knowledge._ _Everyman_, God give you time and space:
Thus I bequeath you in the hands of our Saviour,
Thus may you make your reckoning sure.

_Everyman._ In the name of the Holy Trinity,
My body sore punished shall be:
Take this body for the sin of the flesh;
Also thou delightest to go gay and fresh,
And in the way of damnation thou did me bring;
Therefore suffer now strokes and punishing.
Now of penance I will wade the water clear,
To save me from purgatory, that sharp fire.

_Good-Deeds._ I thank God, now I can walk and go;
And am delivered of my sickness and woe.
Therefore with _Everyman_ I will go, and not spare;
His good works I will help him to declare.

_Knowledge._ Now, _Everyman_, be merry and glad;
Your _Good-Deeds_ cometh now; ye may not be sad;
Now is your _Good-Deeds_ whole and sound,
Going upright upon the ground.

_Everyman._ My heart is light, and shall be evermore;
Now will I smite faster than I did before.

_Good-Deeds._ _Everyman_, pilgrim, my special friend,
Blessed be thou without end;
For thee is prepared the eternal glory.
Ye have me made whole and sound,
Therefore I will bide by thee in every stound.[16]

_Everyman._ Welcome, my _Good-Deeds_; now I hear thy voice,
I weep for very sweetness of love.

_Knowledge._ Be no more sad, but ever rejoice,
God seeth thy living in his throne above;
Put on this garment to thy behove,
Which is wet with your tears,
Or else before God you may it miss,
When you to your journey's end come shall.

_Everyman._ Gentle _Knowledge_, what do you it call?

_Knowledge._ It is a garment of sorrow:
From pain it will you borrow;
Contrition it is,
That getteth forgiveness;
It pleaseth God passing well.

_Good-Deeds._ _Everyman_, will you wear it for your heal?

_Everyman._ Now blessed be _Jesu, Mary's_ Son!
For now have I on true contrition.
And let us go now without tarrying;
_Good-Deeds_, have we clear our reckoning?

_Good-Deeds._ Yea, indeed I have it here.

_Everyman._ Then I trust we need not fear;
Now, friends, let us not part in twain.

_Knowledge._ Nay, _Everyman_, that will we not, certain