Frollo: (Singing) Beata Maria, You know I am a righteous man, Of my virtue I am justly proud. Beata Maria, You know I'm so much purer than The common, vulgar, weak, licentious crowd. Then tell me, Maria Why I see her dancing there, Why her smoldering eyes still scorch my soul. I feel her, I see her, The sun caught in her raven hair, Is blazing in me out of all control. Like fire, Hellfire, This fire in my skin, This burning, Desire, Is turning me to sin! It's not my fault! I'm not to blame....