Pyg.
Forgive thee? Why, my wife, I did not dare
To ask thy pardon, and thou askest mine.
The compact with thy mistress, Artemis,
Gave thee a heaven-sent right to punish me.
I've learnt to take whate'er the gods may send.
[Galatea, at first delighted, learns in the course of this speech that Pygmalion takes her for Cynisca, and expresses extreme horror.
Gal. [with an effort].
But then, this woman, Galatea—
Pyg.