Part 110 (1/2)

With all their ht!

Our festival shall be Magnificent, I swear!

assail it fiercer yet, The palpitating air!

The stupid peasants run, And o'er the bridges tear!

Let theht!

Every feast Is increased By their ht!

[_He turns toward the front of the church_

I saw black hangings in the chapel

Are they dragging some misery here?

God! a presentiment! I'll not believe it!

[_Enter Claude Frollo and Clopin without perceiving Quasimodo_

It is loomy too!

[_He hides hile of the porch_

Oh, my mistress! Oh, Notre Dame!

Take my life! save my soul!

SCENE III

_Quasimodo hidden, Claude Frollo, Clopin_

CLAUDE FROLLO

So Phoebus is at Montfort?

CLOPIN

My lord, he is not dead!

CLAUDE FROLLO

Provided nothing brings him here!

CLOPIN

Do not fear it; He is too feeble yet for such a journey

If he came, 'twould be his death

My lord, you can feel sure That every step would reopen his wound; Do not fear anything this

CLAUDE FROLLO