What! his reflection.


DAPERTUTTO.

Yes.
His reflection! You doubt
The power of your eyes?


GIULIETTA.

No.


DAPERTUTTO.

Who knows. Your Hoffman dreams, perhaps better.
(Severely) Yes, I was there, a while back, listening.
(With irony) He defies you...


GIULIETTA.

Hoffman? 'tis well!... From this day
I'll make him my plaything.

(Hoffman enters.)