See, she can kiss!
Daph.Yes, I’ll be bound she can!
Cyn. Why, my Pygmalion, where is the joy
That ought to animate that face of thine,
Now that the gods have crowned thy wondrous skill?
Chry. (aside to Pyg.)
Stick to our story; bold-faced though she be,
She’s very young, and may perhaps repent;
It’s terrible to have to tell a lie,
But if it must be told—why, tell it well!