And now I see the fearful consequence
That must attend it!
Gal. Yet thou lovest me? (Rises.)
Pyg. Who could look on that face and stifle love?
Gal. Then I am beautiful?
Pyg. Indeed thou art.
Gal. I wish that I could look upon myself,
But that’s impossible.
Pyg. Not so, indeed, (Crosses, R.)
This mirror will reflect thy face. Behold!