Myr. But then, the power of calling down this doom
Remains with thee. Thou wouldst not burden him
With such a curse as utter sightlessness,
However grievously he might offend?
Cyn. I love Pygmalion for his faithfulness;
The act that robs him of that quality
Will rob him of the love that springs from it.
Myr. But sightlessness—it is so terrible!
Cyn. And faithlessness—it is so terrible!
I take my temper from Pygmalion;