He hath cursed God. Strike him down.

Voices

He raves.—He is mad.—He dreams.—’Tis dangerous to listen to him.—Silence the madman!

Jeremiah

[Suddenly kneels and apostrophizes the others]

My brothers, my brothers, forgive me, forgive

The vain pride of a man now unfitted to live!

For God, none but he, with dreams dazzled my eyes.

With words he confused me, with signs led astray,

Until, to an evil self-will giving way,