CHORUS.
Salute him, clerks of Vasoche!
Shell-heaps, lubbers, beggars!
Salute him, all of you! He comes.
Behold the Pope of Fools!
CLAUDE FROLLO (perceiving Quasimodo, and starting toward him with a gesture of anger).
Quasimodo! What a strange part to play! Profanation! Here—Quasimodo!
QUASIMODO.
Great God! what do I hear?
CLAUDE FROLLO.
Come here, I tell you.
QUASIMODO (jumping from the litter).
Here I am!