The Dramas of Victor Hugo: Mary Tudor, Marion de Lorme, Esmeralda Part 110

The Dramas of Victor Hugo: Mary Tudor, Marion de Lorme, Esmeralda Part 110

With all their might, Let them hum Day and night!


Our festival shall be Magnificent, I swear!


a.s.sail it fiercer yet, The palpitating air!


The stupid peasants run, And oer the bridges tear!


Let them ring, Let them hum, Day and night!


Every feast Is increased By their might!


[_He turns toward the front of the church._


I saw black hangings in the chapel.


Are they dragging some misery here?


G.o.d! a presentiment! Ill not believe it!


[_Enter Claude Frollo and Clopin without perceiving Quasimodo._


It is my master! Ill observe him. He is gloomy too!


[_He hides himself in an obscure angle 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 morning.


CLAUDE FROLLO.


Oh! let me hold her just to-day For life or death within my power!


h.e.l.l! Ill give you all the rest, If you grant me this one hour!


[_To Clopin._] They will soon bring the gypsy here!


You remember everything!


In the square--with your men--


CLOPIN.


Yes.


CLAUDE FROLLO.


Keep in the shadow; If I cry, "To me!" you come.


CLOPIN.


Yes!


CLAUDE FROLLO.


Have plenty with you!


CLOPIN.


If you cry, "To me!"


CLAUDE FROLLO.


Yes.


CLOPIN.


I rush to her, I tear her from the Kings men--


CLAUDE FROLLO.


Yes.


CLOPIN.


And give her to you.


CLAUDE FROLLO.


Go, mix among the crowd, And perhaps she Will look upon the priest More tenderly; Then rush--rush all of you--


CLOPIN.


Yes, my master!


CLAUDE FROLLO.