Esmeralda

By royal edict, warrant of arrest: The gypsy known as Esmeralda Being under suspicion of sorcery, witchcraft And the arts of Hell Anyone found harboring or helping her Will be charged as well Frollo: Hunt down the gypsy Esmeralda Don't let her flee And vanish in the night These are the flames of Esmeralda While she is free Your torches will burn bright... Phoebus & Soldiers: Hunt down the gypsy Esmeralda Don't let her flee And vanish in the night These are the flames of Esmeralda While she is free Our torches will burn bright... Frollo: Have no fear, my boy... We will find her and capture her! The wicked shall not go unpunish-ed The heart of the wicked is of little worth The wicked shall not go unpunish-ed... Congregant: All through the city, at more fevered pitch Than the bells of Notre Dame... Phoebus: Two gold pieces for the one who leads us to Esmeralda. Congregant: Frollo's men sought Esmeralda, the witch With the might of Notre Dame... Phoebus: Four gold pieces for the one who leads us to Esmeralda. Congregants: Till at last, they were told of a brothel Where they sometimes hid gypsies from harm... But the madam, that whore Denied it and swore by the Saints The Saints of Notre Dame... Soldiers: We're looking for La Esmeralda. Madam: Never heard of her. Frollo: If you want your house to remain standing, give us the gypsy girl. Madam: I know nothing of gypsy girls. Frollo: Very well. We'll set fire to it. Burn it. Did you hear me, Captain? Phoebus: And he held the torch That crackled like the gypsy's voice... Frollo: Are you disobeying a direct order? Phoebus: And he knew this was the moment He must make a choice... Frollo: I knew it. She's bewitched you, too. You would throw away a promising career? Captain? Carry out the order! God help the outcasts They look to you still God help the outcasts Or nobody will Phoebus: God help the outcasts Or nobody will! Frollo': Coward! Traitor! Gypsy's pawn! You're relieved of your patrol Phoebus: Consider it my highest honor. Frollo: Kyrie Eleison God have mercy on your soul! Arrest Captain Phoebus. Esmeralda: No! Frollo: You see?! There she is! Good people of Paris I've heard the calling of the Lord The time has come to take our city back We'll save our Paris Expunge this heathen Gypsy Horde Before we're overrun, we must attack! Frollo, Soldiers & Congregation: Hunt down the gypsy and the soldier Don't let them flee And vanish in the night We'll find the gypsy and the soldier While they are free Our torches will burn bright Quasimodo: Fire! Fire! Smoke and flame! Esmeralda, where are you? In this dark, I call your name Is that all that I can do? Phoebus: What have I done for Esmeralda? Why do I hear her words inside my head? And still I think of Esmeralda With my career and body left for dead Quasimodo: Out there somewhere she is lost... Phoebus & Frollo: Somewhere she is lost... Quasimodo: Esmeralda! Quasimodo, Frollo, Phoebus, Soldiers & Congregation: Where is the girl called Esmeralda? The flames grow tall And sharp as fleurs-de-lis Misericordia Quasimodo, Frollo, Phoebus, Soldiers & Congregation: All Paris burns for Esmeralda And still it all Comes down to her and me Et dona nobis pacem Frollo: The devil dwells in Esmeralda Quasimodo & Phoebus: Oh Esmeralda, Oh Esmeralda Frollo': Resist his charm... Quasimodo & Congregation: Wake up the city and sound the alarm! Frollo & Soldiers: Wake up the city and sound the alarm! Wake up the city and sound the alarm! Frollo, Clopin & Congregation: These are the flames of Esmeralda Dona nobis pacem Frollo, Clopin & Congregation: The night is singing Dona nobis pacem Frollo, Clopin & Congregation: Of Esmeralda Dona nobis pacem Frollo, Clopin & Congregation: Even the bells Sing the bells Frollo, Clopin & Congregation: Of Sing the bells of Frollo, Clopin & Congregation: Notre Dame! Of Notre Dame!