Reread Lines 146 to 203 and check three questions Everyman asks Death to answer.
May he come back from his pilgrimage?
What judgment awaits him?
May he have someone to go with him?
Where can he go to escape endless sorrow?
For Adam's sin must die of nature. 145
EVERYMAN. Death, if I should this pilgrimage take,
And my reckoning surely make,
Show me, for saint charity,
Should I not come again shortly?
DEATH. No, Everyman; and thou be once there, 150
Thou mayest never more come here, Trust me verily.
EVERYMAN. O gracious God, in the high seat celestial,
Have mercy on me in this most need!
Shall I have no company from this vale terrestrial
Of mine acquaintance that way me to lead? 155
DEATH. Yea, if any be so hardy,
That would go with thee and bear thee company.
Hie thee that thou were gone to God's magnificence,
Thy reckoning to give before his presence.
What! weenest ° thou thy life is given thee, 160 °think
And thy worldly goods also?
EVERYMAN. I had weened so, verily.
DEATH. Nay, nay; it was but lent thee;
For, as soon as thou art gone,
Another a while shall have it, and then go therefrom 165
Even as thou hast done.
Everyman, thou art mad! Thou hast thy wits five,
And here on earth will not amend thy life;
For suddenly I do come.
EVERYMAN. O wretched caitiff! whither shall I flee, 170
That I might 'scape endless sorrow?
Now, gentle Death, spare me till tomorrow,
That I may amend me
With good advisement. ° °warning
DEATH. Nay, thereto I will not consent, 175
Nor no man will I respite,
But to the heart suddenly I shall smite
Without any advisement.
And now out of thy sight I will me hie;
See thou make thee ready shortly, 180
For thou mayst say this is the day
That no man living may 'scape away. (Exit DEATH.)
EVERYMAN. Alas! I may well weep with sighs deep.
Now have I no manner of company
To help me in my journey and me to keep; 185
And also my writing is full unready.
How shall I do now for to excuse me?
I would to God I had never been get!
To my soul a full great profit it had be,
For now I fear pains huge and great. 190
The time passeth; Lord, help, that all wrought.
For though I mourn it availeth naught.
The day passeth, and is almost a-go;
I wot ° not well what for to do. °know
To whom were I best my complaint to make? 195
What if I to Fellowship thereof spake,
And showed him of this sudden chance?
For in him is all mine affiance, ° °trust
We have in the world so many a day
Been good friends in sport and play. 200
I see him yonder, certainly:
I trust that he will bear me company;
Therefore to him will I speak to ease my sorrow.