Ere thy wife-model takes her leave to-day;
In half-an-hour I must be on the road
To Athens. Half-an-hour remains to thee—
Come—make the most of it—I’ll pose myself;
Say—will that do?
Pyg.I can not work to-day.
My hand’s uncertain—I must rest awhile.
Cyn. Then rest and gaze upon thy masterpiece,
’Twill reconcile thee to thyself—Behold!
(Draws curtain and discovers statue of Galatea.)
Pyg. Yes—for in gazing on my handiwork,