[_She mounts the pedestal_.
Farewell, Pygmalion, I am not fit
To live upon this world--this worthy world.
Farewell, Pygmalion. Farewell, farewell!
[_The curtains conceal her_.
CYN. Thou art unjust to her as I to thee!
Hers was the voice that pardoned thee--not mine.
I knew no pity till she taught it me.
I heard the words she spoke, and little thought
That they would find an echo in my heart;
But so it was. I took them for mine own,
And asking for thy pardon, pardoned thee!
PYG. Cynisca! Is this so?
CYN. In truth it is.
GAL. [_behind curtain_]: Farewell, Pygmalion! Farewell--farewell!
[PYGMALION _tears away the curtain, discovering_ GALATEA _as a statue._
INDEX OF AUTHORS
Aldrich, Thomas Bailey, 478.
Angell, James B., 220.
Anonymous, 89, 92, 349, 353, 354, 380, 386, 395, 404.
Arnold, Edwin, 110.
Barham, R. H., 54.
Beecher, Henry Ward, 208, 215.
Bell, H.
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