BOOK EIGHTH.
CHAPTER 3. END OF THE CROWN WHICH WAS TURNED INTO A DRY LEAF.
(continued)
All at once, in the middle of a fine period, he interrupted
himself, and his glance, ordinarily so gentle and even stupid,
became menacing.
"Gentlemen," he exclaimed (this time in French, for it was
not in his copy book), "Satan is so mixed up in this affair,
that here he is present at our debates, and making sport of
their majesty. Behold!"
So saying, he pointed to the little goat, who, on seeing
Charmolue gesticulating, had, in point of fact, thought it
appropriate to do the same, and had seated himself on his
haunches, reproducing to the best of his ability, with his
forepaws and his bearded head the pathetic pantomine of the
king's procurator in the ecclesiastical court. This was, if the
reader remembers, one of his prettiest accomplishments. This
incident, this last proof, produced a great effect. The goat's
hoofs were tied, and the king's procurator resumed the thread
of his eloquence.
It was very long, but the peroration was admirable. Here
is the concluding phrase; let the reader add the hoarse voice
and the breathless gestures of Master Charmolue,
"Ideo, domni, coram stryga demonstrata, crimine patente,
intentione criminis existente, in nornine sanctoe ecclesioe Nostroe-
Domince Parisiensis quoe est in saisina habendi omnimodam
altam et bassam justitiam in illa hac intemerata Civitatis insula,
tenore proesentium declaremus nos requirere, primo, aliquamdam
pecuniariam indemnitatem; secundo, amendationem honorabilem
ante portalium maximum Nostroe-Dominoe, ecclesioe cathedralis;
tertio, sententiani in virtute cujus ista styrga cum sua
capella, seu in trivio vulgariter dicto la Grève, seu in insula
exeunte in fluvio Secanoe, juxta pointam juardini regalis, executatoe
sint!"*
* The substance of this exordium is contained in the president's
sentence.
He put on his cap again and seated himself.
"Eheu!" sighed the broken-hearted Gringoire, "bassa latinitas--bastard
latin!"
Another man in a black gown rose near the accused; he was
her lawyer.--The judges, who were fasting, began to grumble.
"Advocate, be brief," said the president.
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