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| Chorus: Olim, olim Deus accelere hoc saeculum splendium / Accelere fiat venire olim | |
| AHH AHH AHHHHHH AHH AHH AHHH AH AH AH AHHHH AHHHH AHHHHHHHHHHH | |
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| Clopin: Listen! They're beautiful, no? So many colors of sound, so many changing moods. Because you know, they don't ring all by themselves. | |
| Puppet: They don't? | |
| Clopin: No, silly boy! Up there, high, high in the dark bell tower lives the mysterious bell ringer. Who is this creature? | |
| Puppet:Who? | |
| Clopin: What is he? | |
| Puppet: What? | |
| Clopin: How did he come to be there? | |
| Puppet: How? | |
| Clopin: Hush and Clopin will tell you! It is a tale, a tale of a man and a monster. | |
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| Male gypsy: Shut it up, will you? | |
| Male gypsy: We'll be spotted! | |
| Female gypsy: Hush, little one. | |
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| Man: Four guilders for safe passage into Paris. | |
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| Gypsy: Judge Claude Frollo! | |
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| Frollo: Bring these gypsy vermin to the Palace of Justice. | |
| Guard: You there, what are you hiding? | |
| Frollo: Stolen goods no doubt. Take them from her! | |
| Clopin: She ran. | |
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| Solvet saeclum in favilla / Teste David cum sibylla / Quantus tremor est futurus / Quando Judex est venturus | |
| Female gypsy: Sanctuary, please give us sanctuary! | |
| Frollo: A baby? A monster! | |
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| Archdeacon: Stop! | |
| Clopin: Cried the Archdeacon. | |
| Frollo: This is an unholy demon. I'm sending it back to Hell, where it belongs. | |
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| Frollo: I am guiltless; she ran, I pursued. | |
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| Frollo: My conscience is clear! | |
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| Frollo: What must I do? | |
| Archdeacon: Care for the child, and raise it as your own. | |
| Frollo: What?! I'd be saddled with this misshapen ... ? Very well. Let him live with you, in your church. | |
| Archdeacon: Live here? Where? | |
| Frollo: Anywhere. | |
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| Frollo: The bell tower, perhaps. And who knows, our Lord works in mysterious ways. | |
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| Clopin: And Frollo gave the child a cruel name, a name that means 'half-formed:' Quasimodo. | |
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| Clopin & Chorus | |
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| AHH AHH AHHHH AHH AHH AHH AHH AHH AHHHHHH (etc) | |