Early Modern Drama · Character Archetypes

GOD

in Everyman

Metadata

PlayEveryman
Year (catalogued)1535
Decade1530s
Speech prefix(es)God.
Words387
Characters1904
Typicality0.32 (cosine to cluster centroid)
TCP idA00471
ClusterCluster 18 — Chronicle statesmen & prelates

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Full speech

¶I perceive here in my majesty How that all creatures / be to me kind Living without dread / in worldly prosperytye Of ghostly sight / the people be so blind Drowned in sin / they know me not for there God In worldly riches is all their mind They fere not my right wyllenes, that sharp tool My law that I showed / when I for them died They forgotten clean / & shedding of my blood so red I hanged between two thieves / it cannot be denied To get them life I suffrede to be deed I heled their feet / with thorns hurt was my heed I could do nomore than I died truly And now I see the people do clean forsake me They use the seven deadly sins damnable As pride / covetise / wrath / and lechery Now in the world be made commendable And thus they leave of aungeles y e heavenly continued ̄ pany Everyman liveth so after his own pleasure And yet of their life they be not sure I see the more that I them forbear The worse they are from year to year All that liveth appeareth fast Therefore I will in all the haste Have a reckoning of every man's person For and I leave the people thus alone In their life and wicked tempests Verily they will be cume Much worse than bests For now one would by envy another up ere Charytye they all do clean forget I hoped well that everyman In my glory should make his mansyon And thereto I had them all elect But now I see that like traitors deiecte They thank me not for the pleasure y to I to the ̄ me ̄ to Nor yet for their being that I them have lent I proffered the people great multitude of mercy And few there be that asks it heartily They be so cumbered with worldly riches That needs on them I must do justice On everyman living without fear Where art thou death y e mighty messenger ¶Go thou to everyman And show him in my name Apylgrymage / he must on him take Which he in no wise may escape And that he bring with him a sure reckoning Without delay or any tarrying