prepares to attack the palace, threatens Nahum the forestaller. Abimelech, to rescue him, sends soldiers to the attack. Amid the riot, a voice is heard crying that the enemy has forced one of the gates. The people utter wails of terror, cursing king, priests, and prophets. Their thoughts fly to Jeremiah, who alone foretold the truth. He is their only hope. They break into his prison, and bring him forth, in triumph, shouting: "Saint! Master! Samuel! Elijah! … Save us!"—Jeremiah, heavy-hearted, does not at first understand. When he hears them accuse the king of having sold the people, he exclaims, "It is false!"
The Crowd. They have sacrificed us. We wanted peace.
Jeremiah. Too late! … Why do you put your transgressions on the king's shoulders? You wanted war.
The Crowd. No! … Not I! … No! … Not I! … It was the king! … Not I! … Not one of us!
Jeremiah. You all wanted the war, all, all! Your hearts are fickle.… The very ones who are now clamouring for peace, I have myself heard howling for war.… Woe unto you, O people! You drive before every wind. You have fornicated with war, and shall now bear the fruit of war! You have played with the sword, and shall now taste its edge!
The crowd, terrified, clamours for a miracle. Jeremiah refuses. He speaks.
Jeremiah. Humble yourselves! … Let Jerusalem fall, if God will. Let the temple fall. Let Israel be utterly destroyed and her name wiped out! … Humble yourselves!
The people call him traitor. Jeremiah is seized with a fresh trance. In a transport of love and faith, he welcomes the sufferings inflicted by the beloved hand; he blesses trial, fire, death, shame, the enemy. The people cry aloud: "Stone him! Crucify him!"—Jeremiah stretches out his arms as on the cross. Hungry for martyrdom, he prophesies the Crucified. He wishes to be crucified. And crucified he would be, did not fugitives rush into the square,
