There stands my other self, tell them to her,
She'll listen well; nay, that's ungenerous,
For she is I, yet lovelier than I,
And hath no temper, sir, and hath no tongue;
Thou hast thy license—make good use of it.
Already I'm half jealous—there!
[Draws curtain concealing statue.
It's gone.
The thing is but a statue after all,
And I am safe in leaving thee with her;