Light up the punch, drunk we'll get; And may the weakest Roll under the table; Luther was a goodly man, Tire lan laire, tire lan la, etc., etc.
(The students tumultuously go in the next room. Hoffmann remains as if in a stupor.)
THE MUSE (appearing in an aureole of light).
And I? I, the faithful friend, Whose hand wiped thy tears? By whom thy latent sorrow Exhales in heavenly dreams? Am I nothing? May the tempest Of passion pass away in thee! The man is no more; the poet revives I love thee Hoffmann! be mine! Let the ashes of thy heart fire thy genius, Whose serenity smiles on thy sorrows. The Muse will soften thy blessed sufferings. One is great by love but greater by tears.
Oh God! what ecstasy embraces my soul, Like a concert divine Thy voice hath moved me, With soft and burning fire my being is devoured, Thy glances in mine have suffused their flame, Like radiant stars. And I feel, beloved Muse, Thy perfumed breath flutter On my lips and on my eyes!
Oh, here is the counselor, Lindorf, who awaits you.
(Stella keeps her eyes on Hoffmann and throws a flower at his feet as she goes out with Lindorf.)
Les Contes d'Hoffmann (THE TALES OF HOFFMAN)
With an original and novel first Act and other important changes
New English version by CHARLES ALFRED BYRNE
As performed, for the first time in America at the MANHATTAN OPERA HOUSE, UNDER THE DIRECTION OF OSCAR HAMMERSTEIN.
ENGLISH VERSION, 1907, BY STEINWAY & SONS.
CHARLES E. BURDEN, PUBLISHER, STEINWAY HALL 107-109 EAST 14TH STREET NEW YORK.
HOFFMANN COUNSELOR LINDORF COPPELIUS DAPERTUTTO DOCTOR MIRACLE SPALANZANI CRESPEL ANDRES COCHENILLE FRANTZ LUTHER NATHANAEL HERMANN STELLA GIULIETTA OLYMPIA ANTONIA NICKLAUSSE THE MUSE A GHOST
Drig! drig! drig! maître Luther, Tison d'enfer, Drig! drig! drig! à nous ta bière, A nous ton vin, Jusqu'au matin Remplis mon verre, Jusqu'au matin Remplis les pots d'étain!
Luther est un brave homme; Tire lan laire! C'est demain qu'on l'assomme; Tire lan la!
Sa cave est d'un bon drille; Tire lan laire! C'est demain qu'on la pille Tire lan la!
Sa femme est fille d' Eve; Tire lan laire: C'est demain qu'on l'enlève; Tire lan la!
Drig! drig! drig! maître Luther etc., etc.
(Les étudiants s'assoient, boivent et fument dans tous les coins.)