Shame! shame! He hates his father!
The Crowd.
Shame! shame! Punish him!
[The crowd closes in on Rafael.
Rosa.
[In fear.] Rafael!
Rafael.
Are you no better than a mob of Christians? Stand back! [Pushes the crowd back violently.] Rosa, Rosa—away—out of the Ghetto—into the air! Rosa!
[The crowd starts to close in again; he takes Rosa in his arms and rushes across the bridge. The crowd follows, walking rapidly. Sachel is left solitary.
Sachel.