She fears he will be lonely till she comes,
And will not let me cheer his loneliness:
She bids him breathe his love to senseless stone,
And when that stone is brought to life—be dumb!
It’s a strange world, I cannot fathom it.
(Crosses, R.)
Pyg. (aside). Let me be brave, and put an end to this.
(Aloud.) Come, Galatea—till my wife returns,
My sister shall provide thee with a home;
Her house is close at hand.