You do not answer?...
Speak! Have I wounded you? Ah!
I'll follow your steps!

(As Hoffmann is about to rush out Nicklausse appears.)


NICKLAUSSE.

Here, by Jove, moderate your zeal!
Do you want us to drink without you?...


HOFFMAN (half crazy).

Nicklausse, I am beloved by her.
Loved! By all the gods.


NICKLAUSSE.

By my faith
If you knew what they are saying of your beauty!


HOFFMAN.

What can they say? What?