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sure them that one is about to begin instantly。
However； scholar Johannes had not fallen asleep。
〃Holà hé！〃 he shouted suddenly； in the midst of the peaceable waiting which had followed the tumult。 〃Jupiter； Madame the Virgin； buffoons of the devil！ are you jeering at us？ The piece！ the piece！ commence or we will commence again！〃
This was all that was needed。
The music of high and low instruments immediately became audible from the interior of the stage； the tapestry was raised； four personages； in motley attire and painted faces； emerged from it； climbed the steep ladder of the theatre； and； arrived upon the upper platform； arranged themselves in a line before the public； whom they saluted with profound reverences； then the symphony ceased。
The mystery was about to begin。
The four personages； after having reaped a rich reward of applause for their reverences； began； in the midst of profound silence； a prologue； which we gladly spare the reader。 Moreover； as happens in our own day； the public was more occupied with the costumes that the actors wore than with the roles that they were enacting； and； in truth； they were right。 All four were dressed in parti…colored robes of yellow and white； which were distinguished from each other only by the nature of the stuff； the first was of gold and silver brocade； the second； of silk； the third； of wool； the fourth； of linen。 The first of these personages carried in his right hand a sword； the second； two golden keys； the third； a pair of scales； the fourth； a spade： and； in order to aid sluggish minds which would not have seen clearly through the transparency of these attributes； there was to be read； in large； black letters； on the hem of the robe of brocade； MY NAME IS NOBILITY； on the hem of the silken robe； MY NAME IS CLERGY； on the hem of the woolen robe； MY NAME IS MERCHANDISE； on the hem of the linen robe； MY NAME IS LABOR。 The sex of the two male characters was briefly indicated to every judicious spectator； by their shorter robes； and by the cap which they wore on their heads； while the two female characters； less briefly clad； were covered with hoods。
Much ill…will would also have been required； not to comprehend； through the medium of the poetry of the prologue； that Labor was wedded to Merchandise； and Clergy to Nobility； and that the two happy couples possessed in common a magnificent golden dolphin； which they desired to adjudge to the fairest only。 So they were roaming about the world seeking and searching for this beauty； and； after having successively rejected the Queen of Golconda； the Princess of Trebizonde； the daughter of the Grand Khan of Tartary； etc。； Labor and Clergy； Nobility and Merchandise； had come to rest upon the marble table of the Palais de Justice； and to utter； in the presence of the honest audience； as many sentences and maxims as could then be dispensed at the Faculty of Arts； at examinations； sophisms； determinances； figures； and acts； where the masters took their degrees。
All this was； in fact； very fine。
Nevertheless； in that throng； upon which the four allegories vied with each other in pouring out floods of metaphors； there was no ear more attentive； no heart that palpitated more； not an eye was more haggard； no neck more outstretched； than the eye； the ear； the neck； and the heart of the author； of the poet； of that brave Pierre Gringoire； who had not been able to resist； a moment before； the joy of telling his name to two pretty girls。 He had retreated a few paces from them； behind his pillar； and there he listened； looked； enjoyed。 The amiable applause which had greeted the beginning of his prologue was still echoing in his bosom； and he was completely absorbed in that species of ecstatic contemplation with which an author beholds his ideas fall； one by one； from the mouth of the actor into the vast silence of the audience。 Worthy Pierre Gringoire！
It pains us to say it； but this first ecstasy was speedily disturbed。 Hardly had Gringoire raised this intoxicating cup of joy and triumph to his lips； when a drop of bitterness was mingled with it。
A tattered mendicant； who could not collect any coins； lost as he was in the midst of the crowd； and who had not probably found sufficient indemnity in the pockets of his neighbors； had hit upon the idea of perching himself upon some conspicuous point； in order to attract looks and alms。 He had； accordingly； hoisted himself； during the first verses of the prologue； with the aid of the pillars of the reserve gallery； to the cornice which ran round the balustrade at its lower edge； and there he had seated himself； soliciting the attention and the pity of the multitude； with his rags and a hideous sore which covered his right arm。 However； he uttered not a word。
The silence which he preserved allowed the prologue to proceed without hindrance； and no perceptible disorder would have ensued； if ill…luck had not willed that the scholar Joannes should catch sight； from the heights of his pillar； of the mendicant and his grimaces。 A wild fit of laughter took possession of the young scamp； who； without caring that he was interrupting the spectacle； and disturbing the universal composure； shouted boldly；
〃Look！ see that sickly creature asking alms！〃
Any one who has thrown a stone into a frog pond； or fired a shot into a covey of birds； can form an idea of the effect produced by these incongruous words； in the midst of the general attention。 It made Gringoire shudder as though it had been an electric shock。 The prologue stopped short； and all heads turned tumultuously towards the beggar； who； far from being disconcerted by this； saw； in this incident； a good opportunity for reaping his harvest； and who began to whine in a doleful way； half closing his eyes the while；〃Charity； please！〃
〃Wellupon my soul；〃 resumed Joannes； 〃it's Clopin Trouillefou！ Holà he； my friend； did your sore bother you on the leg； that you have transferred it to your arm？〃 So saying； with the dexterity of a monkey； he flung a bit of silver into the gray felt hat which the beggar held in his ailing arm。 The mendicant received both the alms and the sarcasm without wincing； and continued； in lamentable tones；
〃Charity； please！〃
This episode considerably distracted the attention of the audience； and a goodly number of spectators； among them Robin Poussepain； and all the clerks at their head； gayly applauded this eccentric duet； which the scholar； with his shrill voice； and the mendicant had just improvised in the middle of the prologue。
Gringoire was highly displeased。 On recovering from his first stupefaction； he bestirred himself to shout； to the four personages on the stage； 〃Go on！ What the devil！go on！〃 without even deigning to cast a glance of disdain upon the two interrupters。
At that moment； he felt some one pluck at the hem of his surtout； he turned round； and not without ill…humor； and found considerable difficulty in smiling； but he was obliged to do so； nevertheless。 It was the pretty arm of Gisquette la Gencienne； which； passed through the railing； was soliciting his attention in this manner。
〃Monsieur；〃 said the young girl； 〃are they going to continue？〃
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