Pyg. (taking it).Angry? overjoyed!
I wish I had been there, unseen, to see;
No sight could give me greater happiness!
Leuc. What! say you so? Why then, Myrine, girl,
We’ll reproduce it for his benefit. (They embrace.)
See here, Pygmalion, here’s a group for thee!
Come, fetch thy clay, and set to work on it,
I’ll promise thee thy models will not tire!
Cyn. How now, Leucippe, where’s the schoolboy blush
That used to coat thy face at sight of her?