How quickly she obeyed that sign from Phœbus!
SCENE IV
The same. Esmeralda. The gypsy enters timidly, confused and radiant. Movement of admiration. The crowd falls back before her
CHORUS.
Look! her brow is fair amid the fairest,
As a star would shine, surrounded by torches.
PHŒBUS.
Oh, creature divine!
Admiration is duty.
Of this ball she is queen,
Her crown is her beauty.
[He turns to Messieurs de Gif and de Chevreuse.
Friends, my soul is on fire.
War and death would I face,
To hold in my arms
Such bewildering grace.
M. DE CHEVREUSE.