Yes.

(Going out, slowly, pushed by Cochenille.)

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!


THE CHORUS.

What can we possibly say?
'Tis an exquisite girl,
She wants in nothing,
She does very well!


NICKLAUSSE (dolorous voice, pointing to Hoffman).

Is he dead?


SPALANZANI (examining Hoffman).

No! in fact
His eye glass is broken.
He is reviving.


THE CHORUS.

Poor young man!