To th' high conclave of spirits. Father?
[Enter friar Sebastian]
Fr. Seb. Son,
Art ready for the sacrament?
Hub. I lack
A prayer of thine to make me so. Give me
Such blessing as you'd lay upon me were
Death couchant for my heart, and on my brow
Drop thou the holy unguent that doth fit
The body for the last touch of the soul.