Daph. Bah! Do you think me mad?
Gal.His tale is true.
I was a cold unfeeling block of stone,
Inanimate—insensible—until
Pygmalion, by the ardor of his prayers,
Kindled the spark of life within my frame,
And made me what I am!
Chry. (aside to Gal.)That’s very good;
Go on and keep it up.
Daph.You brazen girl,