HOFFMAN.

What do you mean?


GIULIETTA.
Listen and don't laugh at me.

(She takes Hoffman in her arms and finds a mirror.)

What I want is your faithful image,
To reproduce your features, your look, your visage,
The reflection that I see above me bend.


HOFFMAN.
My reflection? What folly!


GIULIETTA.

No! for it can detach itself
From the polished glass
And come quite whole in my heart to hide.


HOFFMAN.

In your heart?