Come, child! My beauty, come—
Come and dance us some new dance!
[Esmeralda prepares to dance, and draws from her bosom the scarf which Phœbus gave her.
FLEUR DE-LYS.
My scarf! Phœbus, you have deceived me!
My rival! Here she is!
[Fleur-de-lys snatches the scarf from Esmeralda, and falls in a swoon. All the people rush angrily toward the gypsy, who flies for protection to Phœbus.
ALL.
Is it true that Phœbus loves her?
Infamous creature, go—depart!
To brave us thus in our own home,
You must have an audacious heart.
Oh! height of insolence! Retire!
Go back into the public street!
The common tradesmen, they can praise
The jumping of your low-born feet.
Away with her, away at once!
Out at the door! 'Tis a disgrace
For this degraded girl to lift
Her eyes to such a lofty place.
ESMERALDA.
Oh, defend me! Help! Defend me,
Save me, Phœbus, I implore thee;
For the poor forsaken gypsy,
Stands defenseless now before thee!
PHŒBUS.