Pygmalion (after a pause). Who called?
Gal. Pygmalion!
(Pygmalion tears away curtain and discovers Galatea alive.)
Pyg. Ye gods! It lives!
Gal. Pygmalion.
Pyg. It speaks!
I have my prayer! my Galatea breathes!
Gal. Where am I? Let me speak, Pygmalion;
Give me thy hand—both hands—how soft and warm!
Whence came I? (Descends.)