FROLLO:
See how it's cruel
See how it's wicked
See how I sheltered you from having to go through this?
How could you do this
To me?
QUASIMODO: (Spoken) Forgive, Master. Won't ever leave again.
FROLLO:
Now, boy, you see you don't belong with normal men
You are happy when
You're in your sanctuary
QUASIMODO: Sanctuary ...
FROLLO: Back to your sanctuary
FROLLO & QUASIMODO: Never to come out here
FROLLO: Again
(Motions to Pheobus, spoken) Take the boy inside.
CONGREGATION:
So the poor hunchback retreated back in through the doors of Notre Dame
And there followed the gypsy who'd never been through the doors of Notre Dame
And she stopped and beheld all the beauty
Like a beggar receiving an alm
And each window and pillar
and arch seemed to fill her with light ...
ESMERALDA: The light of Notre Dame ...