*** - MEZZO - BELLE - *** ( Notre-Dame de Paris - Musical Belle )

Belle • Notre-Dame de Paris : [Quasimodo, the bell ringer:] Belle It seems that this word was invented for her When she dances and refreshes her body, like A bird spreading its wings to fly away, Then I felt hell unfold beneath my feet peeked under her gypsy dress. Why else would I pray to Our Lady? Who is the one who will throw the first stone at her? That man is not worthy to live on earth! O Lucifer, Let me just once Run my fingers through Esmeralda’s hair! [Claude Frollo, the archdeacon:] Belle Has the devil incarnated in her To tear my gaze away from the eternal God? Who ignited this carnal desire in me To prevent me from looking into Heaven? She is the bearer of original sin Am I becoming a criminal by lusting after her? The one who was thought to be a harlot, the one who went astray, She seems to be carrying the cross of all mankind! O Mother of God, Let me just once Push the wicket into