_Everyman._ Why, ye sayd, yf I had nede,
Ye wolde me never forsake, quycke ne deed,
Though it were to hell, truely.

_Felawshyp._ So I sayd certaynely,
But suche pleasures be set a syde, the sothe to saye;
And also, yf we toke suche a journaye,
Whan sholde we come agayne?

_Everyman._ Naye, never agayne, tyll the daye of dome.

_Felawshyp._ In fayth, than wyll not I come there.
Who hath you these tydynges brought?

_Everyman._ In dede, deth was with me here.

_Felawshyp._ Now, by God that all hathe bought,
If deth were the messenger,
For no man that is lyvynge to daye
I wyll not go that lothe journaye,
Not for the fader that bygate me.

_Everyman._ Ye promysed other wyse, parde.

_Felawshyp._ I wote well I say so, truely,
And yet yf thou wylte ete and drynke and make good chere,
Or haunt to women, the lusty company,
I wolde not forsake you whyle the day is clere,
Trust me veryly.