Summary

A Select Collection of Old English Plays…

FREEWILL. What, death, and he were here, he should sit by thee;
Trowest thou, that he be able to strive with us three?
Nay, nay, nay.
IMAGINATION. Well, fellows, now let us go our way;
For at Shooter's Hill we have a game to play.
HICKSCORNER. In good faith, I will tarry no lenger space.
FREEWILL. Beshrew him for me, that is last out of this place.
PITY. Lo, Lords, they may curse the time they were born,
For the weeds that overgroweth the corn,
They troubled me guiltless, and wote not why,
For God's love yet will I suffer patiently:
We all may say well-a-way, for sin that is now-a-day.
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A Select Collection of Old English Plays…

BEAUTY. And turn to the earth, and there to sleep.
EVERYMAN. What, into this grave? Alas!
BEAUTY. Yea, there shall ye consume more and less.
EVERYMAN. And what, should I smother here?
Yea, by my faith, and never more appear;
In this world live no more we shall,
But in heaven before the highest Lord of all.
BEAUTY. I cross out all this: adieu, by Saint John;
I take my cap in my lap, and am gone.
EVERYMAN. What, Beauty? whither will ye?
BEAUTY. Peace! I am deaf, I look not behind me,
Not, and thou wouldst give me—all the gold in thy chest.
EVERYMAN. Alas! whereto may I now trust?
Source: Gutenberg

A Select Collection of Old English Plays…

FREEWILL. Sir, if ye will undertake that I saved shall be,
I will do all the penance that you will set me.
CONTEMPLATION. If that thou for thy sins he sorry,
Our Lord will forgive thee them.
FREEWILL. Now of all my sins I axe God mercy;
Here I forsake sin, and trust to amend:
I beseech Jesu that is most mighty
To forgive all that I have offend.
PERSEVERANCE. Our Lord now will show thee His mercy,
A new name thou need none have;
For all that will to heaven high,
By his own freewill he must forsake folly,
Then is he sure and safe.
Source: Gutenberg

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