COPPÉLIUS (entering, furious). Thief! brigand! what a tumble! Elias is bankrupt! But I shall find the opportunity To revenge myself... Robbed!... Me! I'll kill somebody. (Coppelius slips into Olympia's room.) (Everybody enters.) SPALANZANI. Here come the waltzers. COCHENILLE. Here comes the round dance. HOFFMAN. 'Tis the waltz that calls us. SPALANZANI (to Olympia). Take the hand of the gentleman, my child. (Touching her shoulder.) Come. OLYMPIA. Yes. (Hoffman takes Olympia and they waltz. They disappear on left.) CHORUS. She dances! In cadence. 'Tis marvelous, Prodigious, Room, room, She passes Through the air Like lightning. THE VOICE OF HOFFMAN (outside). Olympia! SPALANZANI. Stop them! THE CHORUS. Who of us will do it? NICKLAUSSE. She will break his head. (Hoffman and Olympia re-appear. Nicklausse rushes to stop them.) A thousand devils! (He is violently struck and falls in an arm chair.) THE CHORUS. Patatra!... SPALANZANI (jumping in). Halt! (He touches Olympia on the shoulder. She stops suddenly. Hoffman, exhausted, falls on a sofa). There! (To Olympia) Enough, enough, my child. OLYMPIA. Yes. SPALANZANI. No more waltzing. OLYMPIA. Yes. SPALANZANI (to Cochenille). You, Cochenille, Take her back. (He touches Olympia.) COCHENILLE (pushing Olympia). Go on, Go! OLYMPIA. Yes. (Going out, slowly, pushed by Cochenille.) Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! THE CHORUS. What can we possibly say? 'Tis an exquisite girl, She wants in nothing, She does very well! NICKLAUSSE (dolorous voice, pointing to Hoffman). Is he dead? SPALANZANI (examining Hoffman). No! in fact His eye glass is broken. He is reviving. THE CHORUS. Poor young man! COCHENILLE (outside). Ah! (He enters, very agitated.) SPALANZANI. What? COCHENILLE. The man with the glasses... there! SPALANZANI. Mercy! Olympia!... HOFFMAN. Olympia!... (Sound of breaking springs with much noise). SPALANZANI. Ah, heaven and earth, she is broken! HOFFMAN. Broken! COPPÉLIUS (entering). Ha, ha, ha, ha, yes. Smashed! (Hoffman rushes out. Spalanzani and Coppélius go at each other, fighting.) SPALANZANI. Rascal! COPPÉLIUS. Robber! SPALANZANI. Brigand! COPPÉLIUS. Pagan! SPALANZANI. Bandit! COPPÉLIUS. Pirate! HOFFMAN (pale and terror stricken). An automaton, an automaton. (He falls into an armchair. General laughter.) THE CHORUS. Ha, ha, ha, the bomb has burst, He loved an automaton. SPALANZANI (despairingly). My automaton. ALL. An automaton, Ha, ha, ha, ha! ACT III. (In Venice. A gallery, in festival attire, in a palace on the Grand Canal.) (The guests of GIULIETTA are grouped about on cushions.) Barcarole. GIULIETTA AND NICKLAUSSE (in the wings).