(Aside.) Why should I hide the truth from her?
(Aloud.) Alas!
I may not see thee then.
Gal. Pygmalion,
What fearful words are these?
Pyg. The bitter truth.
I may not love thee; I must send thee hence.
Gal. Recall those words, Pygmalion, my love!
Was it for this that Heaven gave me life?
Pygmalion, have mercy on me; see