Pyg.Be pacified;
Judge neither of us hastily; in truth
She is pure, as innocent as thou.
Myr. Oh, miserable man—confess the truth!
Disguise not that of which she boasts aloud!
Pyg. Of what then does she boast?
Myr.To all I say
She answers with one parrot-like reply,
“I love Pygmalion”—and when incensed
I tell her that thou hast a cheated wife,