Hoffman! Hoffman--the police!

(Nicklausse drags Hoffmann away. Giulietta and Pitichinaccia laugh.)




ACT IV.


(At Munich at CRESPEL'S. A room furnished in a bizarre fashion.)


ANTONIA (alone. She is seated at the clavichord).

She has fled, the dove
She has fled far from thee!

(She stops and rises.)

Ah memory too sweet, image too cruel!
Alas at my knees I hear, I see him!
She has fled, the dove.
She has fled far from thee;
She is faithful ever,
And she keeps her troth.
Beloved, my voice calls thee,
All my heart is thine.

(She approaches the clavichord again.)