Part 109 (2/2)

A crime is this foul love you've nursed

Better the tomb to which I fly-- Be cursed amid the most accursed!

CLAUDE FROLLO

Tremble, for the scaffold claims you!

You know not what awful scheendered; And hell abets ive, And to-ht benumbed With terror's breath!

Tears for me, For thee death!

Say, ”I love thee!”

Cease thy scorning; Thy last day Is dawning!

Ah! since in vain I supplicate, In vain thy hate I fight, Farewell forever! One day ht

ESMERALDA

Inhuman priest

Go! I abhor thee!

His dear blood yet Seeht of shah of tears; Death I claim!

In prison I brave thee, In chains defy!

Be thou accursed Eternally!

Thy passion be thy punishates of heaven he'll open, But hell shall close o'er thee!

[_A jailer appears Claude Frollo signs to hiypsy_

SCENE II

_The area before Notre Dame; the front of the church The sound of bells is heard_

QUASIMODO

My God! I love, Except myself, All that's here-- The air which passes, And which chases Away care; And the s Who is faithful To the old roof; The chapels high O'ershadowed by The Holy Cross; Every rose That grows; Every sight Of delight!

Sad creature, I-- Uncouth, ill-made!

None envies ht, Bluest sky, What noble scabbard, noble blade; Fair reat-- Ring on, ring on!

Mix well your voices, Gruff and sweet!

In the turrets, In the tower, Sing your song!

How they ring!