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.