Oh, let my voice
Be to Pygmalion as Cynisca's voice,
And he will live--for her and not for me--
Yet he will live. I am the fountain head
_Enter_ PYGMALION, _unobserved, led in by_ MYRINE
Of all the horrors that surround him now,
And it is fit that I should suffer this;
Grant this, my first appeal--I do not ask
Pygmalion's love; I ask Pygmalion's life.
[PYGMALION _utters an exclamation of joy. She rushes to him and seizes
his hand_.
Pygmalion!
PYG. I have no words in which
To tell the joy with which I heard that prayer.
Oh, take me to thine arms, my dearly loved!
And teach me once again how much I risked
In risking such a heaven-sent love as thine.
GAL. [_believing that he refers to her_]. Pygmalion! my love!
Pygmalion!
Once more those words! again! say them again!
Tell me that thou forgivest me the ill
That I unwittingly have worked on thee!
PYG. Forgive thee? Why, my wife, I did not dare
To ask thy pardon, and thou askest mine.
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