Now, in good faith, I will not that way; But, and thou will murder, or any man kill, In that I will help thee with a good will.
Oh, that is a simple advice indeed: Gentle fellows[hip,] help me in my necessity; We have loved long, and now I need, And now, gentle Fellowship, remember me.
Whether ye have loved me or no, By Saint John, I will not with thee go.
Yet, I pray thee, take the labour, and do so much for me, To bring me forward, for Saint Charity, And comfort me, till I come without the town.
Nay, and thou would give me a new gown, I will not a foot with thee go; But, and thou had tarried, I would not have left thee so: And as now God speed thee in thy journey! For from thee I will depart, as fast as I may.
Whither away, Fellowship? will you forsake me?
Farewell, good Fellowship; for this my heart is sore: Adieu for ever, I shall see thee no more.
In faith, Everyman, farewell now at the end; For you I will remember that parting is mourning.
Alack! shall we thus depart in deed, O Lady, help, without any more comfort, Lo,[82] Fellowship forsaketh me in my most need: For help in this world whither shall I resort? Fellowship here before with me would merry make; And now little sorrow for me doth he take. It is said, in prosperity men friends may find, Which in adversity be full unkind. Now whither for succour shall I flee, Sith that Fellowship hath forsaken me? To my kinsmen I will truly, Praying them to help me in my necessity; I believe that they will do so; For kind will creep, where it may not go.[83] I will go say; for yonder I see them go: Where be ye now, my friends and kinsmen [lo?]
Here be we now at your commandment: Cousin, I pray thee, show us your intent In any wise, and do not spare.
Yea, Everyman, and to us declare If ye be disposed to go any whither; For, wot ye well, we[84] will live and die together.
In wealth and woe we will with you hold; For over his kin a man may be bold.
Gramercy, my friends and kinsmen kind, Now shall I show you the grief of my mind. I was commanded by a messenger, That is an high king's chief officer; He bad me go on pilgrimage to my pain, But I know well I shall never come again: Also I must give a reckoning strait; For I have a great enemy that hath me in wait, Which intendeth me for to hinder.