Is thus to be dictated to by art,
What comes of that art patron’s patronage?
He must be taught a lesson—where’s the stone?
(Goes to pedestal and opens curtains.)
It’s gone! (Enter Galatea, he stares at her in astonishment.)
Hallo! What’s this?
Gal.Are you unwell?
Chry. Oh, no—I fancied just at first—pooh, pooh!
Ridiculous. (Aside). And yet it’s very like!
(Aloud). I know your face, haven’t I seen you in—