MARTELLUS. She has bitten a piece out of his hand nearly as large as a finger nail: enough to kill ten men. There is no pulse, no breath.
ECRASIA. But his thumb is clinched.
MARTELLUS. No: it has just straightened out. See! He has gone. Poor Pygmalion!
THE NEWLY BORN. Oh! [She weeps].
STREPHON. Hush, dear: thats childish.
THE NEWLY BORN [subsiding with a sniff]!!
MARTELLUS [rising] Dead in his third year. What a loss to Science!
ARJILLAX. Who cares about Science? Serve him right for making that pair of horrors!
THE MALE FIGURE [glaring] Ha!
THE FEMALE FIGURE. Keep a civil tongue in your head, you.