THE MALE FIGURE [trying to assert himself with his knees knocking] My name is Ozymandias, king of—
THE HE-ANCIENT [with a contemptuous gesture] Pooh!
THE MALE FIGURE [falling on his knees] Oh dont, sir. Dont. She did it, sir: indeed she did.
THE FEMALE FIGURE [howling lamentably] Boohoo! oo! ooh!
THE HE-ANCIENT. Silence, I say.
He knocks the Male Automaton upright by a very light flip under the chin. The Female Automaton hardly dares to sob. The immortals contemplate them with shame and loathing. The She-Ancient comes from the trees opposite the temple.
THE SHE-ANCIENT. Somebody wants me. What is the matter? [She comes to the left hand of the Female Figure, not seeing the body of Pygmalion]. Pf! [Severely] You have been making dolls. You must not: they are not only disgusting: they are dangerous.
THE FEMALE FIGURE [snivelling piteously] I'm not a doll, mam. I'm only poor Cleopatra-Semiramis, queen of queens. [Covering her face with her hands] Oh, don't look at me like that, mam. I meant no harm. He hurt me: indeed he did.
THE HE-ANCIENT. The creature has killed that poor youth.
THE SHE-ANCIENT [seeing the body of Pygmalion] What! This clever child, who promised so well!