To live upon this world—this worthy world.
Farewell, Pygmalion. Farewell, farewell!
[The curtains conceal her.
Cyn.
Thou art unjust to her as I to thee!
Hers was the voice that pardoned thee—not mine.
I knew no pity till she taught it me.
I heard the words she spoke, and little thought
That they would find an echo in my heart;
But so it was. I took them for mine own,