For us shines happiness!
THE PEOPLE.
Live, both of you!
ESMERALDA.
Hear these joyous shouts!
At thy feet receive me, humble girl!
Heavens! thou art pale! What is the matter?
PHŒBUS (staggering).
I die!
[She catches him in her arms. Expectation and anxiety among the crowd.
ESMERALDA.
Phœbus! He dies! In an instant everything is changed!