Whose word or deed gave Galatea pain.

GAL. Then there are other men in this strange world?

PYG. There are indeed.

GAL. And other women?

PYG. Yes;
Though for the moment I'd forgotten it;
Yes, other women.

GAL. And for all of these
Men work, and toil, and mourn, and weep and fight?

PYG. It is man's duty, if he's called upon,
To fight for all; he works for those he loves.

GAL. Then by thy works I know thou lovest me.

PYG. Indeed, I love thee!

GAL. With what kind of love?

PYG. I love thee as a sculptor does his work!
[_Aside._] There is diplomacy in that reply.

GAL. My love is different in kind to thine;
I am no sculptor, and I've done no work,
Yet I do love thee; say--what love is mine?

PYG. Tell me its symptoms--then I'll answer thee.

GAL. Its symptoms? Let me call them as they come.
A sense that I am made by thee for thee,
That I've no will that is not wholly thine,
That I've no thought, no hope, no enterprise,
That does not own thee as its sovereign;
That I have life, that I may live for thee,
That I am thine--that thou and I are one!
What kind of love is that?

PYG. A kind of love
That I shall run some risk in dealing with.

GAL. And why, Pygmalion?

PYG. Such love as thine
A man may not receive, except indeed
From one who is, or is to be, his wife.

GAL. Then I will be thy wife.

PYG. That may not be;
I have a wife--the gods allow but one.

GAL. Why did the gods then send me here to thee?

PYG. I cannot say--unless to punish me
For unreflecting and presumptuous prayer!
I prayed that thou shouldst live. I have my prayer,
And now I see the fearful consequence
That must attend it!

GAL. Yet thou lovest me?

PYG. Who could look on that face and stifle love?

GAL. Then I am beautiful?

PYG. Indeed thou art.

GAL. I wish that I could look upon myself,
But that's impossible.

PYG. Not so indeed,
This mirror will reflect thy face. Behold!

GAL. How beautif