Sanctuary! sanctuary! sanctuary! Rejoice, O people! Hail to the good bell-ringer! Oh, destiny! The criminal Belongs to heaven! The scaffold falls! The eternal God Instead of a tomb Discloses the altar! Executioners, back! King's officers, back! This barrier Limits your power. Thou hast changed Everything here. The angels claim her; She belongs to God! CLAUDE FROLLO (_commanding silence by a gesture_). She is not saved! She is a gypsy! Notre Dame can save none but Christians! Pagans are proscribed even when clasping the altar! [_To the King's men._] In the name of my lord the Archbishop of Paris, I give you back this sinful woman! QUASIMODO (_to the archers_). I will defend her! I swear it. Approach us not! CLAUDE FROLLO (_to the archers_). Do you hesitate? Obey me, on the instant! Tear the gypsy from this holy place. [_The archers advance. Quasimodo places himself between them and Esmeralda._ QUASIMODO. Never! [_A horseman is heard approaching. He calls out_: Wait! [_The crowd disperses._ PHOEBUS (_appearing on horseback. He is pale, breathless, exhausted as is a man who has made a long journey_). Wait! ESMERALDA. Phoebus! CLAUDE FROLLO (_aside, terrified_). My plot has failed. PHOEBUS (_leaping from his horse_). God be praised! I breathe And I arrive in time! This girl is innocent. Behold my assassin! [_Points to Claude Frollo._ ALL. Heavens! the priest! PHOEBUS. The priest alone is guilty, and I will prove it! Arrest him! THE PEOPLE. Oh, wonder! [_The archers surround Claude Frollo._ CLAUDE FROLLO. God alone is Master! ESMERALDA. Phoebus! PHOEBUS. Esmeralda! [_They fall into each other's arms._ ESMERALDA. My adored Phoebus, we shall live! PHOEBUS. Thou shalt live! ESMERALDA. 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? PHOEBUS (_staggering_). I die! [_She catches him in her arms. Expectation and anxiety among the crowd._ Each step I took toward you, my beloved, Reopened my wound, that was hardly healed. I have taken your grave and given you life. I die! Destiny has avenged thee. My angel, I go to see If heaven is worth thy love! Farewell! [_He dies._ ESMERALDA. Phoebus! He dies! In an instant everything is changed! [_She falls upon his body._ I follow you into eternity. CLAUDE FROLLO. Fatality! THE PEOPLE. Fatality! Transcriber's Notes