OLYMPIA.

All that sings and resounds
Has its sighs in turn,
Moves its heart that trembles
With love.
There.
The little song,
There, there,
The song of Olympia,
Ha!


CHORUS.

'Tis the song of Olympia.


HOFFMAN (to Nicklausse).

Ah, my friend, what an accent.


NICKLAUSSE.

What runs!

(Cochenille has taken the harp and all surround Olympia. A servant