Gal.With what kind of love?
Pyg. I love thee (recollecting himself and releasing her)
as a sculptor loves his work!
(aside.) There is a diplomacy in that reply.
Gal. My love is different in kind to thine:
I am no sculptor, and I’ve done no work,
Yet I do love thee: say—what love is mine?
Pyg. Tell me its symptoms, then I’ll answer thee.
Gal. Its symptoms? Let me call them as they come.
A sense that I am made by thee for thee;