Part 95 (2/2)
Young girl, dance on!
More gentle you make us
Take us for faale Unto the sea, Teasing its waves To ecstasy
'Tis the young girl-- Child of woe, When beao
She's like the bee Which tre girl, dance on!
More gentle you make us
Take us for family, And play with us!
CLAUDE FROLLO (_aside_)
Treirl-- The priest is jealous
[_Claude attempts to draw near to Esmeralda; she turns away from him with a kind of horror The procession of the Pope of Fools enters
Torches, lanterns and music In the middle of the procession, upon a litter surrounded with candles, Quasimodo, decked with cope and miter, is carried_
CHORUS
Salute hiars!
Salute him, all of you! He comes
Behold the Pope of Fools!
CLAUDE FROLLO (_perceiving Quasier_)
Quasie part to play!
Profanation! Here--Quasimodo!
QUASIMODO
Great God! what do I hear?
CLAUDE FROLLO
Co from the litter_)
Here I am!
CLAUDE FROLLO
Be anathematized!
QUASIMODO
God! it is himself!