If your presence I lose,
I would keep of you
Your reflection, your soul, your life;
Dear one, give them me.


GIULIETTA (suddenly).

Schlemil!

(Schlemil enters followed by Nicklausse, Dapertutto, Pittichinaccio and
others.)


SCHLEMIL.

I was sure of it! Together!
Come, gentlemen, come,
'Tis for Hoffman, it seems to me
That we are abandoned.

(Ironic laughter.)


HOFFMAN.

Monsieur!


GIULIETTA (to Hoffman).