[Frollo:]
Monsieur Phoebus de Chateaupers,
Captain of the archers of the crown.
I order you to arrest these strangers
disturbing the town.
Disperse now at any cost this rabble of the lost
Who come to disturb
the peace,
All Paris demand they cease.
[Phoebus:]
At your order's monsignor Frollo.
In God's name my men will strike a blow.
We'll clear this riff raff from your sight,
These beggar thieves that live by night.