Mon père, c'est le pape.
The third act revives again the more immediate and personal interest of
the drama. Terror and pity never rose higher, never found utterance more
sublime and piercing, in any work of any poet in the world, than here in
the scene of the supplication of the Jews, and the ensuing scene of the
triumph of Torquemada.
The Jews enter; men, women, and children all covered with ashes and
clothed in rags, barefoot, with ropes round their necks, some mutilated
and made infirm by torture, dragging themselves on crutches or on
stumps; others, whose eyes have been put out, are led by children. And
their spokesman pleads thus with the king and the queen of the kingdoms
from whence they are to be driven by Christian jurisdiction.