GAL. I'm very glad to hear that this is so.
Thou art forgiven!
PYG. Thou hast pardoned me,
And though the law of Artemis declared
Thy pardon should restore to me the light
Thine anger took away, I would be blind,
I would not have mine eyes lest they should rest
On her who caused me all this bitterness!
GAL. Indeed, Pygmalion, 'twere better thus;
If thou couldst look on Galatea now,
Thy love for her, perchance, might come again.
PYG. No, no.
GAL. They say that she endureth pains
That mock the power of words.
PYG. It should be so.
GAL. Hast thou no pity for her? [CYNISCA _comes down_.
PYG. No, not I.
The ill that she hath worked on thee, on me,
And on Myrine, surely were enough
To make us curse the hour that gave her life.
She is not fit to live upon this world!
GAL. Upon this worthy world, thou sayest well.
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