Chapter 4 Four Jacques.Mr Coppenall

The pensioner envoy of Ghent and His Excellency the Cardinal bowed to each other with low bows, and exchanged a few words in a lower voice.At this moment a man appeared, tall and tall, with a broad face, broad shoulders and round shoulders, like Guillaume.Ream walked in side by side, like a bulldog walking beside a fox.He was wearing a pointed felt hat and a leather jacket, which were set off by the silk and satin around him, making him look very eye-catching like stains. The prison gate thought it was a groom who was dazed and touched the wrong door, so he immediately stopped him: Hello, friend!Don't pass!

The big man in the leather coat arched his shoulders and pushed the prison door open. What are you guys up to?He opened his voice and yelled loudly, and the whole audience listened attentively to this strange conversation. Didn't you have eyes, didn't you see that I was with them? Honorable name? Jacques.Coppenall. Honorable status? A sock seller with a business called Three Little Chains, who lives in Ghent. The guard took a step back.Notifying the magistrate and the mayor is okay, but notifying a sock seller is really difficult.The cardinal was on pins and needles.The whole audience was listening and watching.Over the past two days, His Excellency the Bishop has tried his best to train these Flemish bears so that they can be a little more attractive in front of the public.However, this flaw is terrible.But Guillaume.Lim, always with a sly smile, approached the prison door and quietly reminded him:

You will inform Jacques.Mr. Coppenol, clerk of the Ghent City Magistrate. Prison door, the cardinal continued to chatter and said loudly, quickly inform Jacques.Mr. Coppenor, clerk of the famous Ghent City Judge. Now something went wrong.If Guillaume.Ream alone could have covered it up, but Coppenall had heard the cardinal. No, I swear to the cross of God!He roared like thunder, I, Jacques.Coppenall, the sock seller.Do you hear me, prison gate?No more, no less, the real thing.I swear by the cross of God!What's wrong with selling socks!Mr. Grand Duke has come to my hosiery shop more than once to buy gloves.

There was a burst of laughter and applause from the audience.In Paris a wisecrack is always instantly understood and therefore always flattered. We should also add a few words: Coppenol is a commoner, and the audience around him is also a commoner, so the communication between them is as rapid as electricity, and one can even say that they share the same nostrils.The haughty attack of the Flemish hosier's public smearing of court dignitaries aroused in the hearts of all common people an indescribable sense of dignity which was still vague in the fifteenth century. .The hosiery merchant dared to contradict the cardinal just now, but he is really an evenly matched opponent!Some poor wretches take it for granted that even the head-hunting servants of the Abbot Saint-Gereviève's clerk, who is the cardinal's coat and train, are respectful and obedient to them, so when I think of it, I feel sad Very happy.

Coppenol bowed proudly to the bishop, and the bishop quickly returned the salute to the almighty citizen who was also afraid of Louis XI.Then, as Philip.De.Guillaume, whom Cominas called a sage and a slicker.Ream, with a smile of irony and condescension, watched them both go to their places, His Excellency in dismay and concern, while Coppenor was poised and self-satisfied, perhaps thinking to himself that, after all, his hosier His title is not inferior to other titles, and Mary, the mother of Princess Margaret, who he came to propose marriage to.De.Burgundy is perhaps less afraid of cardinals than of hosiers, for the favourites, who can stir up the Ghents against the princess of Charles the Rough, are not cardinals; It is not a cardinal who is not moved by her tears and entreaties when the princess of Landelle herself goes to the guillotine to beg their pardon; One lift of his leather-coated elbow can knock two heads off: Ji.De.Ambeku and Guillaume.Two famous masters in Yuguo!

But it was not the end of the matter for the poor cardinal, and in the company of so uneducated a man it seemed that the cup of wine must be drunk to the end. Perhaps the judge hasn't forgotten that brazen beggar, the beggar who climbed onto the edge of the cardinal's stand as soon as the prologue began?Even when these dignitaries arrived, he did not let go and climb down and slip away; and when the ecclesiastics and envoys were seated, sitting close together like Flemish herrings in the high-backed chairs of the stands, he assumed an air of contentment. In a self-satisfied posture, he simply put his two legs crossed on the lintel under the top of the column.Its insolence was rare in the world, but at first no one noticed it, everyone turned their attention elsewhere, and he, who was completely unaware of what was going on in the hall, shook his head and looked like a Neapolitan who was carefree. As if due to some kind of mechanical inertia, he shouted again and again in the noise: Please do me a favor!True, he was probably the only one in the audience who didn't bother to turn around to watch Coppenol's quarrel with the gatekeeper.However, it was a coincidence that Ghent, the hosiery shop owner who had already won the favor of the public and became the center of attention, happened to come over and sit in the first row of the stands, leaning impartially above the beggar's head.The Flemish envoy, having inspected the monster under his nose, patted him affectionately on the shoulder under his tattered clothes, and everyone was amazed.The beggar suddenly turned his head, and the two faces suddenly showed expressions of surprise, understanding and joy.Then, completely ignoring the audience present, the hosier and the sick man held hands and chatted in low voices.At this time, Clopin.Truyff's rags set off the golden brocade on the stands like a caterpillar crawling on an orange.

The spectators were overjoyed at this new and strange sight, and there was such a commotion in the hall that the cardinal felt at once what was going on.He bowed slightly, but from his seat he could only vaguely see the shameless wide-sleeved shirt on Truyve's body, so he naturally thought it was a beggar begging.Such audacity, the cardinal was furious, and shouted: "My lord, the official of the Palace of Justice, throw this monster into the river for me!" I swear!Lord Cardinal!Still holding Clopin's hand, Coppenor said: "This is a friend of mine. Absolutely!Absolutely!shouted the boisterous crowd.From then on, like Philip.De.According to Cominas, Mr. Coppenol was as much trusted by the people in Paris as he was in Ghent, because a man of such spirit and lawlessness must have won the hearts of the people.

When the cardinal heard this, he bit his lip angrily.He turned his head sideways and whispered to the dean of St. Gereviève Church beside him: This is the ridiculous envoy sent by His Royal Highness to propose marriage to Princess Margaret! Your Excellency, it is useless to talk about etiquette with these Flemish pigs.The abbot replied, and the pearls were set before the pigs. Rather, the herd of pigs is placed before the pearl.The cardinal replied with a smile. Hearing these word games, all the courtiers in cassocks were ecstatic with joy.The cardinal felt a little relieved at once, and finally evened with Coppenol, and his naughty remarks were also praised.

Now, we may wish to use today's popular sayings to ask those among the judges who are capable of summarizing images and ideas, what do they think of the scene in the parallelogram hall of the Palace of Justice when we interrupt their original attention? Is there a clear impression. In the middle of the hall, with its back against the west wall, is a gorgeous grandstand covered with golden brocade.Under the loud announcement of the prison gate, those serious figures stepped into the stands one by one through a small pointed arched door.On the first few rows of benches in the stands, many nobles were already sitting, wearing ermine hats, velvet hats, or scarlet silk hats.Around, below, and opposite the solemn and solemn stands, there were dark crowds everywhere, and there was a lot of noise everywhere.Thousands of eyes of the people watched every face in the stands, and thousands of mouths whispered the names of everyone in the stands.This scene is indeed rare and worthy of the audience's attention.But over there, at the end of the hall, what is that stand with four colorful puppets in the upper row and four puppets in the lower row?Beside the table, who is that pale man in black cloth jacket?well!Dear judge, that is Pierre.Gringoire and the stage on which he performed his prologue.

We all forgot about him. And that's exactly what he's worried about. As soon as the cardinal entered the arena, Gringoire fidgeted all the time, trying every means to save his performance of the preface.First, he ordered the actors who had stopped to continue the performance and raise their voices, but seeing that no one was listening, he simply told them to stop the performance.It had been a quarter of an hour since the show stopped, and he kept stomping, running, calling Gisgate and Lienard, and urging those around him to ask the prologue to continue.But all these efforts were in vain.No one took his eyes off the cardinal, the legate, and the stand: the stand became the only center of a huge circle where all the lines of sight converged!We are also sorry to say that the performance of the prologue was beginning to tire the audience a little by the time His Excellency the Cardinal's presence had terribly distracted all attention.After all, in the stands, on the stage, it was the same drama: the conflict between farming and priesthood, between nobles and commodities.Moreover, Gringoire was dressed up strangely, wearing a yellow and white coat, painted with paint and powder, nondescript, and speaking in verse. Instead of looking at this scarecrow, many people would rather look at the scarecrow in Flanders. In the mission, in the small church, under the red robe of the cardinal, under the coat of Coppenol, those big living people of flesh and blood breathing, moving, and colliding with each other.

On the other hand, our poet saw the audience calm down a little, and took it to heart, which could have saved the defeat. How about starting from scratch, sir?He turned around and said to a fat man with a patient look beside him. What?said the fat man. oh!Holy drama.Gringoire answered. whatever you want.said the fat man. Hearing this half-true approbation, Gringoire felt that enough was enough, and going into battle himself, confusing himself as much as possible with the crowd, shouted: "Again the Miracle Play!"All over again! hell!There, said John of the Mill, what the hell are they shouting about! (Because Gringoire's voice is so loud, it sounds like several people are shouting.) Students!You said, isn’t the drama of the Holy Miracle over?They have to do it all over again, which is not okay. no!no!All the students shouted, "Down with the miracle drama!"Knock it down! But Gringoire exerted all his strength and shouted more vigorously: "Again!"Play it all over again! These shouts attracted the cardinal's attention, and he said to a large man in black a few steps away: Mr. Punisher, are those ghosts imprisoned in the holy water bottle? ], that's why wah wah wah wah wow so fiercely? The court official of the judicial palace is a kind of amphibious judge, a kind of bat in the judicial circle, which is both a mouse and a bird; it is both a judge and a warrior. The pawn went up to the bishop, fearful of his displeasure, and stammered to explain to him the reason for the public's disrespect: noon had arrived before his lord came, and the actors had no choice but to start the performance without waiting for his lord to arrive. The cardinal laughed out loud. To be honest, even university directors would do this in such a situation.What do you say, Guillaume?Mr. Rim? Your Excellency, Guillaume.Lim replied: We have been saved from the crime of half-play, and we should know about it.This is finally stained. Can these guys keep playing their tricks?asked the pawn. Go on, go on.The cardinal replied, I don't care.I can use this time to read the Book of Hours. The pawn walked to the side of the stand, waved his hand to tell everyone to be quiet, and shouted loudly: Citizens, villagers, and common people, some of you have asked to restart the show, and some have asked not to. In order to satisfy the demands of these two groups, His Excellency ordered the show to continue from where it left off. It is true that only two groups of people have to be accommodated.But both the author and the audience hold a grudge against the cardinal. So the people in the play resumed their discourse, and Gringoire hoped that the audience would at least listen to the rest of his play.But this hope, like his other fantasies, was soon dashed.The audience reluctantly fell silent, but Gringoire did not realize that at the moment when the cardinal gave the order to continue the performance, the stands were far from full, so after the arrival of the Flemish envoys, they suddenly The retinue came again, and in this way, interspersed with Gringoire's masterful dialogue, the screams from the prison door, announcing their names and identities, seriously affected the performance, and it was a disaster.You may wish to imagine that when a play is being performed, between two rhymes, often even between two half-sentences before and after a line of poetry, a prison gate suddenly screams strangely, always seeming to be interrupting, such as: Jacques.Monsieur Charmolue, the king's prosecutor to the Inquisition! John.De.Alai, steward of the royal estate, guard of the Knights of the Night Watch in the city of Paris! Gallio.De.Monsieur Genoac, knight, lord of Prussac, commander of the king's artillery! Dehuo.Monsieur Laguier, Inquisitor of the Land of our Monarch and Forest Water Department of Champagne and Brie! Louis.De.Lord Gravel, knight, vassal and valet of the king, commander of the French navy, guard of Vincent's Garden! Denis.Le.Monsieur Messier, superintendent of the Paris Asylum for the Blind! The list goes on and on. This became more and more unbearable. This bizarre accompaniment made it difficult to continue the play.But what annoyed Gringoire especially was that he couldn't pretend to turn a blind eye. His masterpiece was getting better and better, but no one wanted to listen to it.Indeed, the ingenious structure and the twists and turns of the plot are really immeasurable.Just as the people in the opening four plays were lamenting and terrified, Venus, dressed in a gorgeous cloak embroidered with the coat of arms of the city of Paris, came to them in person with the light steps of a goddess, and asked to marry the promised woman. Marry the heir of the peerless beauty.At this time, there was a roar of thunder from the dressing room, and Jupiter expressed his support for the marriage.Seeing that the goddess was about to win, she said bluntly that she was going to marry her heir as his wife.Unexpectedly, a young girl dressed in snow-white damask and holding a daisy (obviously, this is the incarnation of the Flemish princess) came to compete with Venus for the heir.The plot changes suddenly, twists and turns.After some disputes, Venus, Margaret and the people behind the scenes unanimously agreed to submit the matter to the Holy Mother for fair judgment.There is also a wonderful character in the play, that is King Tang of Mesopotamia.Peddle.However, with so many interruptions in the show, it is unclear what role this role played.All of this is climbing up that ladder. However, it was all over.No one cares about these kinds of exquisite works, no one understands them.As soon as the cardinal walked in, it seemed as if there was an invisible magic thread that pulled all eyes from the marble platform to the stands, and from the south end of the hall to the west.No amount of remedies can free the audience from the grip of this magic.All eyes were still on there, and the newcomers, with their goddamn names, their looks, their outfits, continued to distract the audience.This is so sad!Except for Gisgate and Lienard, Gringoire who pulled their sleeves and turned their heads sometimes, and the patient big fat man at his side, this poor miracle drama was completely abandoned to one side. Don't listen to a word, don't look at anyone.Gringoire saw only the silhouettes of the audience. Seeing the stage on which he could live forever, the stage on which his poems can be eulogized forever, collapse one by one, how bitter and bitter it is!Think again about the people who couldn't wait to listen to his masterpiece, and almost rose up to rebel against the pawn!Now the play is played, but no one pays attention.But this same play received such unanimous applause at the beginning of the play!The ups and downs of people's hearts are really fickle!Think about the few headhunters of pawns, they almost lost their lives!well!If he could get back that sweet moment, Gringoire would go through fire and water willingly! The rough monologue of the prison gate finally stopped.Everyone was present, and Gringoire breathed a sigh of relief.The actors played it lifelike.But it never occurred to him that Mr. Coppenol, the hosiery merchant, suddenly rose to his feet, and Gringoire, in the midst of all attention, heard his infamous speech: Citizens and gentlemen of Paris, I swear, I don't know what we're doing here.Needless to say, of course I saw in the corner over there, on that platform, a few people who looked like they were about to fight.I don't know if this is what you call a miracle drama, it's so boring!They just grind their teeth there, and they don't do it all the time.I've been waiting for a quarter of an hour for them to punch the first blow, and nothing.Those who only curse and hurt others are cowards.It would be great to call in the fist fighters from London or Rotterdam!You can see the blows of the fists, the sound can be heard even in the square.But look at the few here, how pitiful!They should at least give us a Moorish dance, or whatever masquerade!That's not what I was told originally.What Madman's Day was originally promised to me was the election of the Ugly King.We also have the Ugly King in Ghent, and I swear we are not far behind in this matter!Here we can talk about our approach. Everyone gathers together, a large group of chaos, just like here.Then everyone took turns putting their heads through a big hole and making faces at the others.Whichever grimace is the ugliest gets everyone's applause, and he will be elected as the Ugly King.That's it.It was so much fun!Do you want to learn from our hometown?It couldn't be more disgusting than listening to these chatterers.Whoever is willing to stick his head out of the window to make a ghost picture can participate.What do you say, gentlemen of the town?There's a lot of grotesques here, and we can have a good laugh in the Flemish way.Our visages are ugly enough, and we can count on picking the best one. Gringoire could not wait to pay him back.But for a moment he was speechless from astonishment, exasperation, and indignation.Besides, this kind of citizen is very happy to be called a gentleman. He enthusiastically agrees with the proposal of the popular hosier. Keeping your face, I wish I could be like Timmentes [Note: A Greek painter in the fifth century BC. ] Like Agamemnon in the novel, there is a cloak that can cover the head.