PHŒBUS.
By my life, it is my beauty!
The one I love and who loves me.
My song-bird, my dancing gypsy,
My Esmeralda, it is she!
CLAUDE FROLLO.
It is death!
PHŒBUS.
Friend! First, you are an idiot;
Second, go to the devil!
CLAUDE FROLLO.
Listen!
PHŒBUS.
What do I care?