[Frollo]:
Sir Phoebus de Châteaupers
Captain of the King’s archers
I order you to chase away
All of these illegals
We must, at all costs, prevent
This group of foreigners
From coming to trouble the lives
Of the good people of Paris
[Phoebus]:
At your service, Archdeacon
In the name of God, I will go to slaughter
I will chase from your view
All of these vagrants, all of these vagabonds