The Hunchback of Notre Dame Page #2

- Who is she? What's her name?

- Esmeralda.

The people seem to like her,

and so do I.

- Doctor, lend me half a livre.

- A half livre?

- Afraid I won't repay you?

- She's a Gypsy, sire.

Who cares about her race?

She's pretty.

Doesn't she make your pulse beat faster?

What about you, Doctor?

I'm a widower four times, sire...

...but I could begin all over again.

What's the matter?

That eye...

...staring at me.

- Somebody's in there.

- It's an animal.

- It's a fiend.

- Come out, if you're a good Christian.

Let's get under there and see what it is.

Get him out of there.

- Get under. Get after him.

- He's going out the other way.

- It's Quasimodo.

- It's the Hunchback of Notre Dame.

Don't spoil their fun, Frollo.

Stay here.

Make him the king.

Well, Quasimodo, we knew you were ugly,

but didn't know you were so ugly.

We've never been so close to you before.

You've always been up in your bell tower.

And now we want to make you

King of Fools. What do you say?

What's the matter? Are you deaf?

The plague to you. I offer you

the fools' crown, and you bite me.

He's deaf, the bells have made him so.

Deaf... maybe he's dumb, too.

- That makes him the perfect king.

- No, he can speak.

- But he doesn't like to.

- Well, what will we do about it?

Show him the crown.

By unanimous vote,

we now proclaim you King of Fools.

"King Quasimodo, Quasi-Quasimodo

"Quasimodo, ruler of fools we bow

"All you rabble,

scum and scavengers of France

"Mark you the fool

with crown upon his ugly brow

"Hail to the idiot king

Shout and sing

"Quasimodo, Quasimodo

King of the Fools is Quasimodo

"Hail to the king

King of the Fools, cock-a-doodle-doo

"Cock-a-doodle-doo, Quasimodo

Cock-a-doodle-doo, hey..."

I am the true King of Fools.

I battle for beauty,

and the ugly gets crowned.

What greater fool can there be than I?

Stop!

He can't take away our king.

- No bills, only petitions.

- But I need money.

The actors must be paid.

The play was ordered.

- This is no time to ask for money.

- It never is.

So, we go hungry.

Here, don't push.

- Don't push.

- I must see the king. I must.

- Must?

- Hey, you Gypsy.

Let me see your city permit.

Catch her! Stop her!

Stop her!

Stop her!

Sanctuary.

We've got to arrest her. She's a Gypsy.

Church is sanctuary for all.

They can't enter Paris anymore.

It's the law now.

The power of the law

ends at this threshold.

It's no use. The king himself

could do nothing here.

Don't be afraid.

You are safe here.

What have you done?

Why are they after you?

I'm a Gypsy.

That's not your fault. It's an act of God.

Take her to the bell tower.

Quasimodo will look after her.

Quasimodo is not here, Your Grace.

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