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). Silence! (Aside) I love you, he has my key. PITICHINACCIO (to Schlemil). Let us kill him. SCHLEMIL. Patience! DAPERTUTTO (to Hoffman). How pale you are! HOFFMAN. Me! DAPERTUTTO (showing him a mirror). See rather. HOFFMAN (amazed). Heavens! GIULIETTA. Listen, gentlemen, Here come the gondolas, The hour of barcaroles And of farewells! (Schlemil conducts the guests out. Giulietta goes away throwing a look at Hoffman. Dapertutto remains. Nicklausse goes toward Hoffman.) NICKLAUSSE. Are you coming? HOFFMAN. Not yet. NICKLAUSSE. Why? Very well. I understand, Good-by. (Aside). But I'll watch over him. (He goes out.) SCHLEMIL. What do you wait for? HOFFMAN. That you give me a certain key I've sworn to have. SCHLEMIL. You shall have this key, sir, only with my life. HOFFMAN. Then I shall have one and the other. SCHLEMIL. That remains to be seen. On guard! DAPERTUTTO. You have no sword (presenting his own). Take mine! HOFFMAN. Thank you. CHORUS (in the wings). Sweet night, oh night of love, Smile on our bliss serene When the stars that shine above Greet the heaven'ly Queen. (Hoffman and Schlemil fight. Schlemil falls mortally wounded. Hoffman bends and takes the key from around his neck. He rushes to Giulietta's room. Giulietta appears in a gondola.) HOFFMAN (coming back). No one. GIULIETTA (laughing). Ha, ha, ha! (Hoffmann is in a stupor looking at Giulietta.) DAPERTUTTO (to Giulietta). What will you do with him now? GIULIETTA. I'll turn him over to you. PITICHINACCIO (entering the gondola) Dear angel. (Giulietta takes him in her arms.) HOFFMAN (comprehending the infamy of Giulietta). Vile wretch! NICKLAUSSE. 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.) Dear flower but now open, In pity answer me, Thou that knowest if still he loves me, If he keeps his troth. Beloved my voice implores thee. May thy heart come to me. (She falls in a chair.) CRESPEL (entering suddenly). Unhappy child, beloved daughter, You promised to no longer sing. ANTONIA.