Esmeralda:
Now I hope you'll tell me please, who I'm honoured to be married to.
Gringoire:
Gringoire poet please be at ease. Prince of Paris streets don't you know.
Esmeralda:
Prince of Paris streets, is that so?
Gringoire:
I am not a ladies man, but if you want you can be my.
Inspiration, muse to the end.
Esmeralda:
You who can read and can write. I know you can show me the light.
What means this name Phoebus?
Gringoire:
Who on earth could dare to wear, a name so fine.
Who has such pride?
Esmeralda:
He's the one my heart's beating for.
Gringoire:
If I recall my Latin, the word Phoebus it means the sun.
Esmeralda:
Phoebus, it means the sun.