Pyg.Who called?
Gal.Pygmalion!
[Pyg. tears away curtain and discovers Galatea alive.]
Pyg. Ye gods! It lives!
Gal.Pygmalion!
Pyg.It speaks!
I have my prayer! my Galatea breathes!
Gal. Where am I? Let me speak, Pygmalion;
Give me thy hand—both hands—how soft and warm!
Whence came I? (Descends.)