Ximénès. That is the opinion of the Tribunal.
Zoraya. Then all of them say that I must be found guilty at any price. That could be done in a quicker and less cowardly manner.
Murmurs of indignation from the Inquisitors.
Ximénès. Do you mean to defy us?
Zoraya. Yes, I defy all of you! If I am to be condemned before I have an opportunity to defend myself, I shall have, at least, the pleasure of shouting my hatred to this Tribunal of the Church, which instead of being more human than those who believe in other religions, is more ferocious!
Exclamations from the Tribunal.
Calabazas. Your hatred, villainous Mooress!
Zoraya. Yes, my hatred!—Yes, I abhor you!—I abhor you!—Priests!—who set upon a vanquished people like jackals upon the bodies of the dead after the battle!
Protestations from the Tribunal.
Ximénès. Let her alone!—her lips are betraying the disease from which she is suffering.