The Variorum Edition of the Poetry of John Donne, Volume 7, Part 1: The Holy Sonnets

3. [This is my Playes last Scene,] HSScene

22 This is my Playes last Scene, Here heau'ns appointe My Pilgrimages last mile; And my race Idly, yet quickly run, hath this last pace, My spanns last Inch, my minutes last point. And gluttonous Death will instantly vnioynt 5 My Bodie, and Soule; And I shall sleepe a space But my euer wakeing part shall see that face Whose feare already shakes my euery ioynt. Then as my soule, to heau'n her first seat, takes flight And earth..borne body, in the earth shall dwell, 10 Soe fall my sinnes, that all may haue their right To where they'are bred, and would press mee, to Hell. Impute mee righteous thus purg'd of evill. For thus I leaue, the world, the fleash, and Deuill. At the round Earths imagin'd corners blowe Your Trumpetts Angells: and arise, arise From Death, you nomberless infinities Of Soules, and to your scattred Bodies goe, All whom the floud did, and fire shall overthrowe 5 All whom Warr, Death, Age, Agues, Tyrannies Despaire, Lawe, Chaunce hath slaine, and you whose eyes Shall behold God, and neuer tast Deaths woe, But lett them sleepe Lord, and mee mourne a space For if aboue all these, my sinnes abound 10 'Tis late to aske aboundance of thy grace When wee are there; here on this lowly ground Teach mee howe to repent, for thats as good As if thou'hadst seal'd my Pardon with thy bloud. TEXTS AND ApPARATUSES 22 3· This is my Playes last Scene, Here heau'ns appointe My Pilgrimages last mile; And my race Idly, yet quickly run, hath this last pace, My spanns last Inch, my minutes last point. And gluttonous Death will instantly vnioynt 5 My Bodie, and Soule; And I shall sleepe a space But my euer wakeing part shall see that face Whose feare already shakes my euery ioynt. Then as my soule, to heau'n her first seat, takes flight And earth-borne body, in the earth shall dwell, 10 Soe fall my sinnes, that all may haue their right To where they'are bred, and would press mee, to Hell. Impute mee righteous thus purg'd of evill. For thus I leaue, the world, the fleash, and Deuill. 4· At the round Earths imagin'd corners blowe Your Trumpetts Angells: and arise, arise From Death, you nomberless infinities Of Soules, and to your scattred Bodies goe, All whom the floud did, and fire shall overthrowe 5 All whom Warr, Death, Age, Agues, Tyrannies Despaire, Lawe, Chaunce hath slaine, and you whose eyes Shall behold God, and neuer tast Deaths woe, But lett them sleepe Lord, and mee mourne a space For if aboue all these, my sinnes abound 10 'Tis late to aske aboundance of thy grace When wee are there; here on this lowly ground Teach mee howe to repent, for thats as good As if thou'hadst seal'd my Pardon with thy bloud. TEXTS AND ApPARATUSES ...