Mous. (reads). “To move a mountain.” That will serve me not,
Unless, indeed, ’twill teach me how to lift
This cursed mountain from my crippled back!
“To make old young.” Humph! I’m but forty-two—
But still, I’ll mark that page—the day will come
When I shall find it useful. Ha! what’s this?
“To make the crooked straight; to heal the halt;
And clothe unsightly forms with comeliness.”
At last! At last!
Enter Vavir, who listens in amazement.