NICKLAUSSE (humming).

Notte a giorno mal dormire...


HOFFMANN (brusquely).

Shut up, in devil's name.


NICKLAUSSE (quietly).

Yes, master.


HERMANN (to Hoffmann).

Oh, oh, whence comes this ill temper?


NATHANAEL (to Hoffmann).

It's as if one did not know you.


HERMANN.

On what thorn have you trod?