Part 105 (2/2)

PHOEBUS

By my life, it is my beauty!

The one I love and who loves me

My song-bird, ypsy, My Esmeralda, it is she!

CLAUDE FROLLO

It is death!

PHOEBUS

Friend! First, you are an idiot; Second, go to the devil!

CLAUDE FROLLO

Listen!

PHOEBUS

What do I care?

CLAUDE FROLLO

Phoebus, if you cross the threshold of that door--

PHOEBUS

You are mad!

CLAUDE FROLLO

You are dead!

Treypsies she!

No law protects those awful places

There love's a masquerade for hate, Death lies concealed in their embraces

PHOEBUS (_laughing_)

My dear sir, readjust your cape, Return unto your fools' retreat!

Strange they allow you to escape!

May Esculapius, Jupiter, the Devil, Thither conduct your straying feet!

CLAUDE FROLLO

Truly they are faithless women; Believe that the report speaks true