Help me forward. There is still time.
Baruch
The clamor echoes through the marketplace. Hananiah is dancing before them even as David danced before the ark. The war-makers have triumphed. It is too late. Give way before them. Hide yourself. It is too late.
Jeremiah
It is never too late. Let me forth to encounter them.
Baruch
What would you do? Let me go instead, for I am young and strong.
Jeremiah
I would brandish the word against them like a sword. I would turn the king’s heart. Let me go to him.
[Shouting and singing, the crowd streams out of the palace, down the steps, and then up again towards the temple. All are in a frenzy, shouting for war and for victory]