Second Stranger: We bring thee good tidings and would speak with thee and thy wife. [Sarah comes from within the tent.]
Third Stranger: We are messengers from the Lord to tell thee that thou wilt have a son.
First Stranger: He will be the father of many men and thousands will respect him. Ye shall name him Isaac.
Sarah: That cannot come to pass! For many years I have been childless, and the Lord will not give me a son.
Abraham [falling on his knees]: Thanks be to the Lord! A son at last!
Sarah: Can it be that these tidings are true? If so, it is indeed a message from the Lord! [She too falls on her knees before them. The three men quietly leave, and when Sarah and Abraham rise to their feet they are out of sight.]
Abraham: They were angels from heaven! Our wish has been granted at last!
End
The following is the play as it was finally presented: