If this be practicable. Where 's my wit?

Asleep?—since, now I come to think ... Ay, ay!

"Hither, my son! Exactly have I hit

On a profession for thee. Medicus—

Behold, thou art appointed! Yea, I spit

"Upon thine eyes, bestow a virtue thus

That henceforth not this human form I wear

Shalt thou perceive alone, but—one of us

"By privilege—thy fleshly sight shall bear

Me in my spirit-person as I walk