Gal.That’s right.
Pyg.But when she spoke,
Thou wast a stone, now thou art flesh and blood,
Which makes a difference!
Gal.It’s a strange world!
A woman loves her husband very much,
And can not brook that I should love him too;
She fears he will be lonely till she comes,
And will not let me cheer his loneliness;
She bids him breathe his love to senseless stone,