QUASIMODO.
Pardon me, Master!
CLAUDE FROLLO.
No! I am a priest.
[Claude Frollo tears off Quasimodo's pontifical ornaments, and crushes them underfoot. The Vagrants begin to murmur; they form menacing groups around him; he looks at them angrily.
THE VAGRANTS.
He threatens us,
O comrades!
Here in this place,
Where we reign.
QUASIMODO.
What means the audacity
Of these robbers?
They menace him,
But we shall see!
CLAUDE FROLLO.