Daph.Why
What’s this? (Chrysos quickly moves away from Gal.)
Chry.My wife!
Daph.Can I believe my eyes? (Gal. rises.)
Chry. No!
Daph.Who’s this woman? Why, how very like—
Chry. Like what?
Daph.That statue that we wished to buy.
The self-same face, the self-same drapery,
In every detail it’s identical.