Part 106 (1/2)

Darkness strange and deep surrounds them; Phoebus! there death waits for you!

[_Claude Frollo's earnestness seeator with anxiety_

PHOEBUS

He astounds me!

Ah, he wounds me, In spite of myself, with doubt!

This city great Is full of hate, And treachery is all about!

CLAUDE FROLLO

I astound him, And I wound him, In spite of himself, with doubt

The fool, he fears, And sees and hears Nothing but treachery about

Believe me--my lord, avoid the siren Who lures you to destruction

More than one gypsy in her rage Has stabbed a heart palpitating with love

[_Phoebus, who, recovers himself and pushes him off_

PHOEBUS

Have I become a fool?

Gypsy, Jewess, or Moor, The love that questions what she be Is love most base and poor

The fateful hour is come, Unto my love I fly!

If death be but as sweet as she, It will be fine to die!

CLAUDE FROLLO (_holding him_)

Consider! A gypsy!

Your folly is great

How dare you thus rashly Trifle with fate!

Oh, dread the false creature Who waits in the gloom, And do not thus wildly Rush to your doom

[_Phoebus exits quickly, in spite of Claude Frollo Claude Frollo stands gloomy and undecided for a moment; then follows Phoebus_

SCENE III

_A charound, a hich opens on the river

Clopin Frouillefou enters, bearing a torch He is followed by several n, and places them in a dark corner, in which they disappear; then he returns to the door and signals to some one to come up Don Claude appears_

CLOPIN (_to Claude_)

Fro seen

[_He shows him an alcove behind some tapestry_