Part 17 (2/2)

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.

My mother in me lived again; My heart while singing thought it heard her.

CRESPEL.

There is my torment. Thy loved mother Left thee her voice. Vain regrets!

Through thee I hear her. No, no, I beg...

ANTONIA (sadly).

Your Antonia will sing no more!

(She goes out slowly.)

CRESPEL (alone).

Despair! A little while again I saw those spots of fire Mark her face. G.o.d!

Must I lose her I adore?

Ah, that Hoffman... 'tis he Who put in her heart this craze. I fled Far as Munich...

(Enter Frantz.)

CRESPEL.

You, Frantz, open to n.o.body.

FRANTZ (false exit).

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