The Word Phoebus
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.