Myr.
Then I'll be gone.
The gods assist thee in this artifice!
[Exit Myrine.
Gal.
The gods will help me, for the gods are good.
[Kneels.] Oh, heaven, in this great grief I turn to thee,
Teach me to speak to him, as, ere I lived,
Cynisca spake to him. Oh, let my voice
Be to Pygmalion as Cynisca's voice,