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-date: 2017-04-10T11:00:59-04:00
-description: "Pierre Gringoire"
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-title: "Chapter II: Pierre Gringoire"
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-Nevertheless, as be harangued them, the satisfaction and admiration
-unanimously excited by his costume were dissipated by his words; and when
-he reached that untoward conclusion: “As soon as his illustrious eminence,
-the cardinal, arrives, we will begin,” his voice was drowned in a thunder
-of hooting.
-
-“Begin instantly! The mystery! the mystery immediately!” shrieked the
-people. And above all the voices, that of Johannes de Molendino was
-audible, piercing the uproar like the fife’s derisive serenade: “Commence
-instantly!” yelped the scholar.
-
-“Down with Jupiter and the Cardinal de Bourbon!” vociferated Robin
-Poussepain and the other clerks perched in the window.
-
-“The morality this very instant!” repeated the crowd; “this very instant!
-the sack and the rope for the comedians, and the cardinal!”
-
-Poor Jupiter, haggard, frightened, pale beneath his rouge, dropped his
-thunderbolt, took his cap in his hand; then he bowed and trembled and
-stammered: “His eminence—the ambassadors—Madame Marguerite of
-Flanders—.” He did not know what to say. In truth, he was afraid of
-being hung.
-
-Hung by the populace for waiting, hung by the cardinal for not having
-waited, he saw between the two dilemmas only an abyss; that is to say, a
-gallows.
-
-Luckily, some one came to rescue him from his embarrassment, and assume
-the responsibility.
-
-An individual who was standing beyond the railing, in the free space
-around the marble table, and whom no one had yet caught sight of, since
-his long, thin body was completely sheltered from every visual ray by the
-diameter of the pillar against which he was leaning; this individual, we
-say, tall, gaunt, pallid, blond, still young, although already wrinkled
-about the brow and cheeks, with brilliant eyes and a smiling mouth, clad
-in garments of black serge, worn and shining with age, approached the
-marble table, and made a sign to the poor sufferer. But the other was so
-confused that he did not see him. The new comer advanced another step.
-
-“Jupiter,” said he, “my dear Jupiter!”
-
-The other did not hear.
-
-At last, the tall blond, driven out of patience, shrieked almost in his
-face,—
-
-“Michel Giborne!”
-
-“Who calls me?” said Jupiter, as though awakened with a start.
-
-“I,” replied the person clad in black.
-
-“Ah!” said Jupiter.
-
-“Begin at once,” went on the other. “Satisfy the populace; I undertake to
-appease the bailiff, who will appease monsieur the cardinal.”
-
-Jupiter breathed once more.
-
-“Messeigneurs the bourgeois,” he cried, at the top of his lungs to the
-crowd, which continued to hoot him, “we are going to begin at once.”
-
-“_Evoe Jupiter! Plaudite cives_! All hail, Jupiter! Applaud,
-citizens!” shouted the scholars.
-
-“Noel! Noel! good, good,” shouted the people.
-
-The hand clapping was deafening, and Jupiter had already withdrawn under
-his tapestry, while the hall still trembled with acclamations.
-
-In the meanwhile, the personage who had so magically turned the tempest
-into dead calm, as our old and dear Corneille puts it, had modestly
-retreated to the half-shadow of his pillar, and would, no doubt, have
-remained invisible there, motionless, and mute as before, had he not been
-plucked by the sleeve by two young women, who, standing in the front row
-of the spectators, had noticed his colloquy with Michel Giborne-Jupiter.
-
-“Master,” said one of them, making him a sign to approach. “Hold your
-tongue, my dear Liénarde,” said her neighbor, pretty, fresh, and very
-brave, in consequence of being dressed up in her best attire. “He is not a
-clerk, he is a layman; you must not say master to him, but messire.”