Gal.
Indeed, Pygmalion, 'twere better thus;
If thou couldst look on Galatea now,
Thy love for her, perchance, might come again.
Pyg.
No, no.
Gal.
They say that she endureth pains
That mock the power of words.
Pyg.
Gal.
Indeed, Pygmalion, 'twere better thus;
If thou couldst look on Galatea now,
Thy love for her, perchance, might come again.
Pyg.
No, no.
Gal.
They say that she endureth pains
That mock the power of words.
Pyg.