Zoraya runs to the closed door, which she shakes in vain.
Zoraya. Open! Open for us!
No response is heard except singing and organ music. The mob laughs.
The Crowd. (Howling and drawing nearer) Death!—to the death!
Enrique meanwhile, facing his assailants, finds himself on the steps. Zoraya is behind him.
Enrique. Ah! Infamous villains!
Ramiro. (Holding back the archers) My lord, we do not want to harm you, but give us that woman!
Enrique. No, ruffians!
The Crowd. To the death!
A Man in the Crowd. (To Torillo) Executioner, prepare your pyre. We shall burn the sorceress in spite of him!