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CHAPTER 4. MASTER JACQUES COPPENOLE.
 (continued)"The devil!" said Joannes de Molendino, "what are they
 jabbering down yonder, at the end of the hall?" (for Gringoire
 was making noise enough for four.)  "Say, comrades,
 isn't that mystery finished?  They want to begin it all over
 again.  That's not fair!" "No, no!" shouted all the scholars.  "Down with the
 mystery!  Down with it!" But Gringoire had multiplied himself, and only shouted
 the more vigorously: "Begin again! begin again!" These clamors attracted the attention of the cardinal. "Monsieur Bailiff of the Courts," said he to a tall, black
 man, placed a few paces from him, "are those knaves in a
 holy-water vessel, that they make such a hellish noise?" The bailiff of the courts was a sort of amphibious magistrate,
 a sort of bat of the judicial order, related to both the
 rat and the bird, the judge and the soldier. He approached his eminence, and not without a good deal
 of fear of the latter's displeasure, he awkwardly explained to
 him the seeming disrespect of the audience: that noonday
 had arrived before his eminence, and that the comedians had
 been forced to begin without waiting for his eminence. The cardinal burst into a laugh. "On my faith, the rector of the university ought to have
 done the same.  What say you, Master Guillaume Rym?" "Monseigneur," replied Guillaume Rym, "let us be content
 with having escaped half of the comedy.  There is at least
 that much gained." "Can these rascals continue their farce?" asked the bailiff. "Continue, continue," said the cardinal, "it's all the same
 to me.  I'll read my breviary in the meantime." The bailiff advanced to the edge of the estrade, and cried,
 after having invoked silence by a wave of the hand,-- |