This is my playes last scene, here heavens appoint

My pilgrimages last mile; and my race

Idly, yet quickly runne, hath this last pace,

My spans last inch, my minutes latest point,

And gluttonous death, will instantly unjoynt　

My body, and my soule, and I shall sleepe a space,

But my'ever-waking part shall see that face,

Whose feare already shakes my every joynt:

Then, as my soule, to'heaven her first seate, takes flight,

And earth-borne body, in the earth shall dwell,　

So, fall my sinnes, that all may have their right,

To where they'are bred, and would presse me, to hell.

Impute me righteous, thus purg'd of evill,

For thus I leave the world, the flesh, the devill.