Race unclean,
You menace me.
Robbers—Jews—
But we shall see!
[The anger of The Vagrants bursts forth.
THE VAGRANTS.
Stop! stop! stop!
Down with the mar-joy!
He shall pay for it with his head;
In vain he defends himself.
QUASIMODO.
Have respect for his head.
Let every one cease,
Or I change this festival
To a bloody battle.
CLAUDE FROLLO.
It is not about his head
That Frollo is troubled.
[Puts his hand on his heart.
[At the moment when The Vagrants' fury has reached its highest pitch, Clopin Frouillefou appears at the back of the stage.