Your lips are flatterers;
You make me feel ashamed.
I beg of you, don't come so near.
CLAUDE FROLLO.
They love each other. How I envy them!
ESMERALDA.
My Phœbus! I owe my life to you.
PHŒBUS.
And I—I owe my happiness to you.
ESMERALDA.
Be good to me!
Oh, try to be
Gentle, I entreat,
To the young maid,
Who much afraid
Trembles at your feet!
PHŒBUS.