Within the compass of thy waywardness!
Cyn.
No, no; recall those words, Pygmalion,
Thou knowest not all.
Gal.
Nay, let me go from him;
That curse—his curse still ringing in mine ears,
For life is bitterer to me than death.
[She mounts the pedestal.
Farewell, Pygmalion, I am not fit