And he will live—for her and not for me—
Yet he will live. I am the fountain head
Enter Pygmalion, unobserved, led in by Myrine
Of all the horrors that surround him now,
And it is fit that I should suffer this;
Grant this, my first appeal—I do not ask
Pygmalion's love; I ask Pygmalion's life.
[Pygmalion utters an exclamation of joy. She rushes to him and seizes his hand.
Pygmalion!
Pyg.