Enrique. (Quickly) Joana?
Oliveira. Yes!—Be careful, or they will hear us!
At this instant the mob invades the place from all sides. The people are impatient and unruly and the archers rush in from the upper street, shouting, and restrain them. The cathedral door opens wide. Calabazas, Albornos, Ibarra and Molina come out, followed by other Franciscan and Dominican monks, who group themselves under the portal, while a funeral march is played on the organ. The bells continue to toll. Oliveira quickly leaves by one of the streets. Enrique crosses the scene and disappears in the crowd. The archers have great difficulty in keeping open a passage for the procession, which slowly enters from the upper street. The clamors of the mob are redoubled. Six archers of the Inquisition, dressed in black, lead the cortége, followed by six Franciscan monks carrying candles and murmuring prayers. Then appear two lantern-bearers, followed by a porter carrying a figure of Christ shaded by a small black dais, and Zoraya with hands tied and dressed in san-benito. Gil Andrès and his two assistants follow. Behind them come four Franciscan monks carrying torches. The archers and the monks arrange themselves at the left in the foreground. The lantern-bearers and the porter carrying the crucifix stop before the pyre. Zoraya, escorted by Gil Andrès and his aides, halts in front of the portal. While the procession is marching, the bells ring, the organ plays and the mob hurls insults at the condemned woman.
Scene Three
The same persons, Zoraya, Calabazas, Albornos, Ibarra, Molina, afterward Padilla.
At a gesture from Calabazas, Zoraya stops, the bells stop ringing, the mob becomes quiet. Indistinct organ music is heard.
Calabazas. (Standing at the head of the steps) Woman, the Inquisition has delivered you over for punishment to Toledo. Before you are purified by fire, make a public penance on your knees, torch in hand. (Torilla unties Zoraya’s hand.) And ask pardon for your crimes from God, from the Church and from the King.
Gil Andrès presents the torch to Zoraya.
Zoraya. (Spurning the torch) Ask pardon yourself, priest, for the crime which you are about to commit.
Murmurs from the crowd and the priests.