I shall go mad with all this weight of grief!
Daph. All this is Galatea’s work?
Myr.Yes, all.
Daph. But can’t you stop her? Shut the creature up,
Dispose of her, or break her? Won’t she chip?
Myr. No, I’m afraid not.
Daph.Ah, were I his wife,
I’d spoil her beauty! There’d be little chance
Of finding him and her alone again!
Myr. There’s little need to take precautions now,