"Now welcome Death upon my Saviour's score
Who would not die to live for ever more.
Death.
Sir, I perceive you speak not without reason,
I'll leave you now and call some other season.
Blind Man.
Call when you please, I will await that call,
And while I can make ready for my fall;
In the mean time my constant prayers shall be,
From sudden and from endless Death, good Lord deliver me."