He's here? Well, send him back. I've changed my mind.
I will not see him,—no, nor you!
Fr. Farewell.
La. Alb. Nay, do not go! Wouldst leave a soul in hell
For humor of the tongue?
[Friar returns to her] My soul? Pah, sir!
You think a priest can save it? I want not
Your prayers, but your good service to set right
A wrong. Don't mumble over me! I speak
Because I'm dying. Had I hope to live,