er 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.

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.
The woman shall be seen of thee no more.

[_Takes_ CYNISCA'S _hand and leads her to_ PYGMALION.]

What wouldst thou with her now? Thou hast thy wife!

[_She substitutes_ CYNISCA _in her place, and retires, weeping_. CYNISCA
_takes him to her arms and kisses him. He recovers his sight_.

PYG. Cynisca! see! the light of day is mine!
Once more I look upon thy well loved face!

_Enter_ GALATEA

MYR. Pygmalion!
See--Galatea's here! [GALATEA _kneels_.

PYG. Away from me,
Woman or statue! Thou the only blight
That ever fell upon my love--begone,

[CYNISCA _comforts her_.

For thou hast been the curse of all who fell
Within the compass of thy waywardness!

CYN. No, no; recall those words, Pygmalion,
Thou knowest not all.