The compact with thy mistress, Artemis,
Gave thee a heaven-sent right to punish me.
I've learnt to take whate'er the gods may send.
[GALATEA, _at first delighted, learns in the course of this speech that_
PYGMALION _takes her for_ CYNISCA, _and expresses extreme horror_.
GAL. [_with an effort_]. But then, this woman, Galatea--
PYG. Well?
GAL. Thy love for her is dead?
PYG. I had no love. A miracle
Did crown my handiwork, and brought to life
The fair creation of my sculptor's skill,
I yielded to her god-sent influence,
For I had worshiped her before she lived
Because she called Cynisca's face to me;
But when she lived--that love died--word by word.
GAL. That is well said; thou dost not love her then?
She is no more to thee than senseless stone?
PYG. Speak not of her, Cynisca, for I swear
_Enter_ CYNISCA, _unobserved_
The unhewn marble of Pentelicus
Hath charms for me, which she, in all her glow
Of womanly perfection, could not match.
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