"Don't let us kill him outright!" they begged.

So his persecutors relented, coiled a rope around his body instead, and bade him descend to the street.

The great man was never greater than at that moment.

With extraordinary meekness and benignity he saluted his enemies in the street.

From the window he bowed to the multitude who were thirsting for his destruction, requesting them to wait patiently, for he was coming to them.