But I say to you, That this Elias is already come.
They knew him not, but have done unto him Whate'er they listed, as is written of him.
PETER, aside.
It is of John the Baptist He is speaking.
JAMES.
As we descend, see, at the mountain's foot, A crowd of people; coming, going, thronging Round the disciples, that we left behind us, Seeming impatient, that we stay so long.
PETER.
It is some blind man, or some paralytic That waits the Master's coming to be healed.
JAMES.
I see a boy, who struggles and demeans him As if an unclean spirit tormented him! A CERTAIN MAN, running forward.
Lord! I beseech thee, look upon my son.
He is mine only child; a lunatic, And sorely vexed; for oftentimes he falleth Into the fire and oft into the water.
Wherever the dumb spirit taketh him He teareth him.

He gnasheth with his teeth, And pines away.

I spake to thy disciples That they should cast him out, and they could not.
CHRISTUS.
O faithless generation and perverse! How long shall I be with you, and suffer you?
Bring thy son hither.
BYSTANDERS.
How the unclean spirit Seizes the boy, and tortures him with pain! He falleth to the ground and wallows, foaming! He cannot live.
CHRISTUS.
How long is it ago Since this came unto him?
THE FATHER.
Even of a child.
Oh, have compassion on us, Lord, and help us, If thou canst help us.
CHRISTUS.
If thou canst believe.
For unto him that verily believeth, All things are possible.
THE FATHER.
Lord, I believe! Help thou mine unbelief! CHRISTUS.
Dumb and deaf spirit, Come out of him, I charge thee, and no more Enter thou into him! The boy utters a loud cry of pain, and then lies still.
BYSTANDERS.
How motionless He lieth there.

No life is left in him.
His eyes are like a blind man's, that see not.
The boy is dead! OTHERS.
Behold! the Master stoops, And takes him by the hand, and lifts him up.
He is not dead.
DISCIPLES.
But one word from those lips, But one touch of that hand, and he is healed! Ah, why could we not do it?
THE FATHER.
My poor child! Now thou art mine again.

The unclean spirit Shall never more torment thee! Look at me! Speak unto me! Say that thou knowest me! DISCIPLES to CHRISTUS departing.
Good Master, tell us, for what reason was it We could not cast him out?
CHRISTUS.
Because of your unbelief! VIII THE YOUNG RULER CHRISTUS.
Two men went up into the temple to pray.
The one was a self-righteous Pharisee, The other a Publican.