Pyg.How now Chrysos?
Chry. The statue!—
Daph.Stop!
Chry.Let me explain.
The statue that I purchased—
Daph.Let me speak.
Chrysos—this girl, Myrine, and your slave,
Have all agreed to tell me she is—
Pyg. The statue, Galatea, come to life?
Undoubtedly she is!