[The crowd murmurs.
Rafael.
Silence! It is my blood we are drinking! It is my soul we are selling! [To Aaron.] And you bid more than all you have, and yet it will not do; and you, Rosa, angel—angel—for my heart—for my soul—bid, bid!
Rosa.
For your heart—my heart! For your soul—my soul!
Rafael.
Ha, ha! Going! Going!
The Rabbi.
Going the way of the profligate—to the damned!
[Exit into the synagogue, closing the doors.