What dost thou mean?
MYR. Why, this is what I mean; he will not live,
Now that Cynisca has deserted him.
O, girl, his blood will be upon thy head!
GAL. Pygmalion will not live! Pygmalion die!
And I, alas, the miserable cause!
Oh, what is to be done?
MYR. I do not know.
And yet there is one chance, but one alone;
I'll see Cynisca, and prevail on her
To meet Pygmalion but once again.
GAL. But should she come too late? He may not live
Till she returns.
MYR. I'll send him now to thee,
And tell him that his wife awaits him here.
He'll take thee for Cynisca; when he speaks
Answer thou him as if thou wast his wife.
GAL. Yes, yes, I understand.
MYR. Then I'll be gone.
The gods assist thee in this artifice! [_Exit_ MYRINE.
GAL. The gods will help me, for the gods are good.
[_Kneels._] Oh, heaven, in this great grief I turn to thee,
Teach me to speak to him, as, ere I lived,
Cynisca spake to him.
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