SEVERAL YOUTHS AND MAIDENS. Yes, yes. No more talking. Let us have them. Dry up, Pyg; and fetch them along. Come on: out with them! The synthetic couple.
PYGMALION [waving his hands to appease them] Very well, very well. Will you please whistle for them? They respond to the stimulus of a whistle.
All who can, whistle like streetboys.
ECRASIA [makes a wry face and puts her fingers in her ears]!
PYGMALION. Sh-sh-sh! Thats enough: thats enough: thats enough. [Silence]. Now let us have some music. A dance tune. Not too fast.
The flutists play a quiet dance.
MARTELLUS. Prepare yourselves for something ghastly.
Two figures, a man and woman of noble appearance, beautifully modelled and splendidly attired, emerge hand in hand from the temple. Seeing that all eyes are fixed on them, they halt on the steps, smiling with gratified vanity. The woman is on the man's left.
PYGMALION [rubbing his hands with the purring satisfaction of a creator] This way, please.
The Figures advance condescendingly and pose themselves centrally between the curved seats.