Oh! take it hence, I dare not look on death!
Myr. Why, was this all he killed?
Gal. (astonished).All!!! And enough!
Myr. Why, girl—thou must be mad! Pygmalion—
She told me he had murdered somebody,
But knew not whom!
Pyg.The girl will drive us mad!
Bid them prepare my horse—I’ll bring him back.
[Exit Myrine.
Gal. Have I done wrong? Indeed, I did not know: