All that sings and resounds Has its sighs in turn, Moves its heart that trembles With love. There. The little song, There, there, The song of Olympia, Ha! CHORUS. 'Tis the song of Olympia. HOFFMAN (to Nicklausse). Ah, my friend, what an accent. NICKLAUSSE. What runs! (Cochenille has taken the harp and all surround Olympia. A servant speaks to Spalanzani). Come gentlemen! your arm to the ladies. Supper awaits you! THE CHORUS. Supper! That's good... SPALANZANI. Unless you would prefer To dance first. THE CHORUS (with energy). No! no! the supper... good thing... After we'll dance. SPALANZANI. As you please... HOFFMAN (approaching Olympia). Might I dare... SPALANZANI (interrupting). She is a bit tired, Wait for the ball. (He touches Olympia's shoulder.) OLYMPIA. Yes. SPALANZANI. You see. Until then Will you do me the favor To keep company with my Olympia? HOFFMAN. Oh happiness! SPALANZANI (aside, laughing). We'll see what kind a story he'll give her. NICKLAUSSE (to Spalanzani). Won't she take supper? SPALANZANI. No. NICKLAUSSE (aside). Poetic soul! (Spalanzani goes behind Olympia. Noise of a spring is heard. Nicklausse turns around.) What did you say? SPALANZANI. Nothing, physics! ah, monsieur, physics! (He conducts Olympia to a chair. Goes out with guests). COCHENILLE. The supper awaits you. THE CHORUS. Supper, supper, supper awaits us! No, really, no host Receives more richly! (They go out.) HOFFMAN. They are at last gone. Ah, I breathe! Alone, alone, the two of us (approaching Olympia); I have so many things to say, Oh my Olympia! Let me admire you! With your charming looks let me intoxicate myself. (He touches her shoulder). OLYMPIA. Yes. HOFFMAN. Is it not a dream born of fever? I thought I heard a sigh escape your lips! (He again touches her shoulder). OLYMPIA. Yes. HOFFMAN. Sweet avowal, pledge of our love, You are mine, our hearts are united forever! Ah! understand you, tell me, this eternal joy Of silent hearts. Living, with but one soul and with same stroke of wing, Rush up to heaven! Let, let, my flame Show you the light of day! Let your soul open To the rays of love. (He presses Olympia's hand. She rises and walks up and down, then exits.) You escape me?... What have I done. You do not answer?... Speak! Have I wounded you? Ah! I'll follow your steps! (As Hoffmann is about to rush out Nicklausse appears.) NICKLAUSSE. Here, by Jove, moderate your zeal! Do you want us to drink without you?... HOFFMAN (half crazy). Nicklausse, I am beloved by her. Loved! By all the gods. NICKLAUSSE. By my faith If you knew what they are saying of your beauty! HOFFMAN. What can they say? What? NICKLAUSSE. That she is dead. HOFFMAN. Great Heavens! NICKLAUSSE. Or is not of this life. HOFFMAN (exalted). Nicklausse! I am beloved by her! Loved! By all the gods.