And by these Christian saints whom I do scorn,
I swear to nourish my revenge till those
I deepest hate are dead, or sham’d before
Their fellows. But how this may be, I know
Not yet, for all the way were dark as night
Before me, save that my revenge burns red.
[Choir heard chanting in a distant chapel.
[Rises from his knees.
Good fellow Christians, it may hap the Jew
Turn’d Christian, shall yet do a harm to ye.
Behind Cristofero’s mask is still the face