[Rush past shouting] The enemy is within the gates. Abimelech is slain.

The Crowd

[Shrieks with terror, and then appeals once more to Jeremiah] Hearken, hearken!—We are lost!—Show a miracle, a miracle.

Jeremiah

[Despairingly] What would ye that I should do? Am I to stretch forth my bare hands against the enemy?

The Crowd

[Ecstatically] Yea, yea; that do, and save us.

Jeremiah

Think ye then that I can drive back those whom God sendeth against you?

The Crowd