CLOPIN:
Welcome to the Court of Miracles!
You're very clever to have found our little hideaway
Too bad you won't live to talk about it!
Maybe you've heard of a terrible place
Where the scoundrels of Paris
Collect in a lair
Maybe you've heard of that mythical place
Called the Court of Miracles
GYPSIES:
The Court of Miracles
CLOPIN:
Brother, you're there
Where the lame can walk
And the blind can see
But the dead don't talk
So you won't be around
To reveal what you've found
We have a method for spies and intruders
Not terribly different from bees in a hive
Here in the Court of Miracles where
It's a miracle if you get out alive
GYPSIES:
The ugly hunchback! He's bad luck!
He's cursed!
Hang them both!
String them up!
CLOPIN:
My apologies, gentlemen, for your imminent demise.
Any last words?
QUASIMODO & PHOEBUS STRUGGLE
I thought not
It's always sad when a life's at its finish
I have to admit to a bit of a pang
But we must protect at all costs our secret
It's our lives or yours
GYPSIES & CLOPIN:
So you're going to hang
