“Living without dread in worldly prosperity;
Of ghostly sight the people be so blind,
Drowned in sin they know Me not for their God.”
He reminded them of the great Sacrifice which seemed to have passed from
their thoughts.
“My law that I showed, when I for them died,
They forget clean, and shedding of My blood red;
I hanged between two, it cannot be denied;
To get them life, I suffered to be dead;
I healed their feet, with thorns hurt was My head;
I could do no more than I did truly,
And now I see the people do clean forsake Me.”
“And now,” went on the Almighty, “I must bring Everyman to a reckoning,
for he is so cumbered with worldly riches that he forgets how all riches
and pleasures are only lent to him for a time, and are to be used for My
glory. I will send Death to him.”
“Where art thou, _Death_, thou mighty messenger?”
He called in grave accents. Then from a door beneath the stage there
came a curious and grotesque creature.
He was like a skeleton; or rather the bones of a skeleton were painted
on his close-fitting dress of black leather. The mask of a skull was
over his face; his head was crowned with fading roses, and he carried a
drum, upon which he beat with warning blows.
“Almighty God, I am here at your will,
Your commandment to fulfil” (said Death).
“Go thou to _Everyman_,
And show him in My Name
A pilgrimage he must on him take,
Which he in no wise may escape” (commanded God the Father).
To whom Death replied that he would run the world over and search for
all who lived “out of God’s laws.”
“Lo, yonder I see _Everyman_ walking! (he exclaimed suddenly)—
Full little he thinketh on my coming.”
And indeed it seemed as though the slim and handsome youth who at that
moment came from one of the houses in the courtyard had never thought
seriously of anything. Careless and light-hearted, beautifully dressed,
and playing on a lute as he walked, he was thinking only of amusement
and gaiety, when, as he reached the platform, he was suddenly confronted
with Death.
“_Everyman_, stand still! (commanded the mighty messenger).
Whither art thou going
Thus gaily? Hast thou thy Master forgot?”
At these words poor Everyman trembled and hesitated, and Death went on
to say that he had been sent to him in great haste “from God out of His
Majesty” to tell him he was bidden to take a long journey and to bring
with him his book of reckoning, to answer before God for all his deeds
in this, his present life. In vain Everyman begged for a delay.
“O _Death_” (he cried), “thou comest when I had thee least in mind!
In thy power it lieth me to save,
Yet of my good will I give thee, if ye will be kind—
Yea, a thousand pound shalt thou have,
And defer this matter till another day.”
But Death replied that “to cry, weep, and pray” was of no avail, since
he took neither gold, silver, nor riches from pope, emperor, king, duke,
nor princes. He must instantly set forth on the journey from which there
was no returning.
Then, in his great trouble, Everyman called upon God:
“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?”
he asked of Death. For he dreaded to take the long journey alone.
“Yea, if any be so hardy
That would go with thee and bear thee company,”
Death replied.
Then Everyman began to think of his friends, and to wonder which of them
loved him well enough to go with him into the Valley of the Shadow of
Death. And presently he saw _Good Fellowship_ approaching. Now in this
story “Good Fellowship” means all the companions with whom Everyman had
spent gay and delightful hours—men with whom he had laughed and jested;
men who had professed the greatest affection for him. So when he saw the
smiling face of Fellowship, he was full of hope, and he went eagerly to
meet him.
“_Everyman_, good-morrow by this day (said _Fellowship_);
Sir, why lookest thou so piteously?
If anything be amiss, I pray thee, me say,
That I may help to remedy.”
Everyman admitted that he was in great trouble, and nothing could have
been kinder than Fellowship’s voice, as he declared himself ready to do
anything for his friend. If any one had wronged him, he was ready to
kill the offender. That he would never forsake his dear companion
Everyman might rest assured.
So, greatly consoled, Everyman told him that he must take a long
journey, and he begged that Fellowship would be his travelling
companion. Then, for the first time, the gay and cheerful fellow began
to look serious. “I promised not to forsake you,” he said; “but we must
discuss the matter at greater length. If we took such a journey, when
should we come again?”
“Nay, never again till the day of doom,” answered Everyman sadly.
At these words Fellowship started back in fear.
“Who hath you these tidings brought?” he asked in a strange voice.
“Indeed, Death was with me here,” Everyman replied.
Then Fellowship, more than ever afraid, absolutely refused to go on a
journey commanded by Death. If Everyman had wanted him to eat and drink
with him, or to help him in any of his pleasures, he would never have
forsaken him, he declared. Even if he had wanted him to commit murder he
would have been ready to serve him. But this request was an impossible
one, so impossible that he would not even accompany him as far as the
town gates.
So, very mournfully, Everyman wished him farewell, gazing after him as
he hurried away, a brilliant figure in his scarlet doublet and hose,
with his sword clanking at his side.
Good Fellowship had failed him; “but surely,” thought Everyman, “my own
relations will be faithful to me in my sorrow?” And when he saw them
strolling across the courtyard, hope once more revived in his heart.
Of the little company of young men who now came on to the platform, one
was Everyman’s cousin, of whom he was very fond; and this cousin, seeing
that something was wrong, begged for an explanation, which, in these
words, Everyman gave:
“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 bade me go a pilgrimage, to my pain,
And I know well I shall never come again;
Also I must give a reckoning straight,
For I have a great enemy that lieth me in wait,
Which intendeth me for to hinder.”
Now, as he spoke, the faces of the young men grew very grave and
anxious.
“What account is that which ye must render?
That would I know,”
demanded one of them.
And Everyman replied:
“Of all my works I must show
How I have lived and my days spent;
Also of ill deeds that I have used
In my time, sith life was me lent;
And of all virtues that I have refused.
Therefore I pray you go thither with me
To help to make mine account, for Saint Charity.”
But the kinsmen started back in horror.
“Nay, Everyman, I had liefer fast bread and water
All this five year and more!”
exclaimed one of them.
And the cousin said:
“I have the cramp in my toe. Trust not to me.”
One by one they hastened away, and poor Everyman was left lamenting,
till suddenly a thought struck him:
“All my life I have loved riches” (he reflected);
“If that my Good [wealth] now help me might,
He would make my heart full light.
I will speak to him in this distress.
Where art thou, my _Goods_ and riches?”
No sooner had he called, than the curtains before one of the recesses on
the stage slid back, and disclosed a man richly dressed, seated within.
Before him money-bags were piled, and huge chests containing gold and
precious stones.
“Who calleth me?” (said _Goods_). “Everyman? What haste thou hast!...
What would ye have, lightly me say.”
So Everyman began to relate his trouble, while _Goods_ gazed at him with
his cold inhuman eyes.
“Therefore, I pray thee, go with me,”
concluded Everyman, falteringly;
“For, peradventure, thou may’st before God Almighty
My reckoning help to clean and purify;
For it is said ever among
That money maketh all right that is wrong.”
“Nay, Everyman, I sing another song;
I follow no man in such voyages,”
declared _Goods_; and, when Everyman spoke to him indignantly,
“What, weenest [imaginest] thou that I am thine?”
he exclaimed.
“I had wend [imagined] so,”
stammered Everyman.
“Nay, Everyman; I say no!”
returned Goods; and went on to assure him that _Goods_ were only lent,
and that they generally killed a man’s soul. Then, in his great despair,
Everyman cursed the cruel spirit, who only laughed mockingly, refused to
follow him out of this world, and before Everyman could speak again drew
close the curtains of his shrine.
Once more he strove to think of some help, and, at last, he recalled
_Good Deeds_, only to remember that she was so weak that she could
“neither go nor speak.”
“Yet will I venture on her now,” he told himself.
“My _Good Deeds_, where be you?”
Again, at the other end of the stage, a recess opened, and there, lying
on the ground, so feeble and starved that she could scarcely move, was a
beautiful woman dressed in a long white robe embroidered with stars.
“Here I lie cold in the ground (she said faintly).
Thy sins hath me sore bound,
That I cannot stir.”
Very humbly Everyman approached her, for he knew that it was through his
fault that she was so weak and ill. He had neglected and scorned her,
but now she seemed his only hope, and so he implored her to take the
journey with him.
“I would full fain, but I cannot stand verily,” she declared. And then
she showed him how his “book of accounts,” in which his good deeds
should have been numbered, was almost empty, and the pages were so
blurred and the letters so confused that Everyman could not decipher
them. He was almost beside himself with grief and fear, when Good Deeds
advised him to seek counsel of her sister, who was called _Knowledge_,
for she possibly might help him “to make that dreadful reckoning.”
So Everyman stood before her shrine, and, when the curtains parted, he
saw that Knowledge was grave, and beautiful, and kind.
To his great joy she promised to be his guide; but before all things she
told him he must first seek _Confession_, who would cleanse him from his
sins.
So Knowledge brought him to Confession, a stately figure in a monk’s
cowl. Confession stepped from his shrine to counsel and instruct poor
Everyman, who confessed his sins, and begged that Good Deeds might be
strengthened.
Kneeling before Confession, he prayed earnestly to God, and presently
Good Deeds stood at his side.
“I thank God, now I can walk and go;
And am delivered of my sickness and woe (she said).
Therefore with Everyman I will go, and not spare.
His good works I will help him to declare.”
With an encouraging smile, Knowledge bade the penitent Everyman be of
good cheer; and, with these words, she gave him a robe, which she told
him to wear.
“It is (she said) a garment of sorrow:
From pain it will you borrow;
Contrition it is
That getteth forgiveness;
It pleaseth God passing well.”
So Everyman put on the sad-coloured robe, and was preparing to set
forward on his journey with the two beautiful women, when Good Deeds
told him that three other people must go with them, their names being
_Discretion_, _Strength_, and _Beauty_.
“Also (said Knowledge), ye must call to mind
Your five wits [five senses] as for your counsellors.”
So Everyman called aloud, and Discretion, Strength, Beauty, and the Five
Senses (or wits), one after another, came towards him. They were all
splendid and stately figures, and the _Five Wits_ were five beautiful
women dressed in rainbow-coloured garments.
Then Good Deeds addressed them, praying them all to accompany Everyman
on his last long journey, and each one in turn promised faithfully never
to forsake him.
It seemed, therefore, as though the poor traveller had many friends with
him after all, and when Knowledge advised him to go to a priest and take
the Holy Sacrament, he consented gladly and humbly.
On his return, Everyman found his companions waiting for him, but
suddenly he felt so weak that he knew he was almost at the end of that
journey commanded by Death.
In the courtyard below the platform, at some distance, there was an open
grave; and looking at it he said to Beauty:
“Friends, let us not turn again to this land,
Not for all the world’s gold;
For into this cave must I creep
And turn to earth, and then to sleep.”
“What! into this grave? Alas! (exclaimed Beauty)
And what—should I smother here?”
“Yes, by my faith (said Everyman), and never more appear;
In this world live no more we shall,
But in heaven, before the highest Lord of all.”
Then, full of fear, Beauty declined to go with Everyman.
“Peace, I am deaf; I look not behind me;
Not and thou would give me all the gold in thy chest,”
she exclaimed; and turning from him in spite of her promise, she hurried
away.
Strength followed, crying:
“Thy game liketh me not at all!”
And, after him, fled Discretion, saying:
“When Strength goeth before, I follow after evermore.”
Deserted by these three friends, Everyman, who had descended the steps
of the stage, was now quite close to the grave, and the scene was very
solemn and impressive. Evening was drawing near. Long shadows were cast
upon the courtyard, and across the sky, still clear, but rosy with
sunset, flights of birds moved slowly. The last rays of the sun touched
the roofs of the old grey houses, and the bells from the city churches
near were chiming together.
One by one the beautiful figures who had forsaken him crossed the
courtyard and filed back to the world, across the stage, while Everyman,
in his black robe of sorrow, attended only by _Knowledge_ and _Good
Deeds_, stood at the brink of the tomb.
“Oh, all things faileth save God alone! (he cried)
_Beauty_, _Strength_, and _Discretion_;
For when _Death_ bloweth his blast,
They all run from me full fast.”
And now the _Five Senses_, who had come near to the tomb and formed a
shining group round it, also one by one turned away; and, in a failing
voice, Everyman murmured:
“O Jesus, help! all hath forsaken me.”
But _Good Deeds_, with a sweet smile, drew close to him.
“Nay, Everyman” (she said), “I will bide with thee;
I will not forsake thee indeed;
Thou shalt find me a good friend at need.”
Thus Everyman found that though he had loved all his other friends
better than _Good Deeds_, she alone was faithful, for even _Knowledge_,
who had so far followed him, now sadly moved aside, and he knew the
truth of the words uttered at the very edge of the grave by _Good
Deeds_:
“All earthly things is but vanity:
_Beauty_, _Strength_, and _Discretion_ do man forsake;
Foolish friends and kinsmen that fair spake,
All fleeth save _Good Deeds_, and that am I.”
Right into the grave she followed Everyman, and when, as he was sinking
back, he cried:
“Have mercy on me, God most mighty;
And stand by me, thou Mother and Maid, holy Mary!”
she answered:
“Fear not, I will speak for thee.”
And when the grave covered both of them, _Knowledge_ came near, and
bending over it, said:
“Now hath he suffered that we all shall endure;
The _Good Deeds_ shall make all sure.
Now hath he made an ending.”
She paused, listening, and in a joyful voice added:
“Methinketh that I hear angels sing,
And make great joy and melody,
Where Everyman’s soul received shall be.”
And indeed, almost before _Knowledge_ had finished speaking, there
appeared on the balcony, high above the stage, an angel with long wings
of rose-colour; and, while sweet music sounded, the angel spoke:
“Come, excellent elect spouse, to Jesu:...
Thy reckoning is crystal-clear;
Now shalt thou into the heavenly sphere,
Unto the which ye all shall come
That liveth well, before the day of doom.”
So, though the play had been very sad, it ended with beautiful sights
and sounds, and before the people in the audience moved, the Messenger
stood once more alone upon the stage, warning them to bear the moral of
Everyman in mind:
“Forsake pride (he said), for he deceiveth you in the end;
And remember _Beauty_, _Five Wits_, _Strength_, and _Discretion_:
They all at the last do Everyman forsake,
Save his _Good Deeds_, there doth he take.
But beware, and they be small
Before God he hath no help at all....
For after death amends may no man make.”
But though this simple and beautiful old play is sometimes acted
nowadays, and though many people are interested and touched whenever it
is performed, yet, at any rate in England, the time for miracle plays
has gone by.
If not wiser, the world has at least grown older since the days when
crowds of simple and unlearned folk assembled in market-places, or on
village-greens, to be taught the Bible history which they can now read
for themselves.
A few men and women, it is true, occasionally write religious plays even
now. There is one, for instance, called _Bethlehem_, written by Laurence
Housman, which has lately been acted several times, and another by Miss
Buckland, with the title of _Eager Heart_, has for six years been played
every Christmas in the big hall at Lincoln’s Inn.
But these modern religious dramas are like late violets blooming when
the real violet time is over. It may be delightful to find them still
growing here and there, but just as some flowers belong to the spring
and cannot live into the summer, so the real miracle plays which
flourished in the spring-time of our country’s history have died away
now that the country’s life is older.
There is in Europe at the present day only one important religious play
to which, as in olden times, thousands of people flock, and that is
called the Ober Ammergau Passion Play, and is given once in ten years.
Ober Ammergau is a village in Bavaria, and the play, acted by the
villagers, deals with the last days of Christ on earth, and is so
wonderful and so beautiful that it has become very celebrated.
In a far-away German village like Ober Ammergau, where the natives are
simple folk living apart from the great world, such a performance as
this is still possible, and still a beautiful thing. Nevertheless it
remains true that for the great mass of people the age of miracle plays
is over.
But though as national events they have passed away from our country for
ever, we must not forget that quite apart from the work of teaching
which they once performed, they are very important in the history of our
literature.
Rough and often badly written as they are, these miracle plays prepared
the way for the drama which was to follow them in the days of Queen
Elizabeth. It is not too much to say that without them we might never
have had _Hamlet_, nor _As you like it_, nor any of the splendid and
beautiful plays of such a great dramatist as William Shakespeare.
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