Thou hast thy vengeance on Pygmalion—
He can no longer feast upon thy face.
Well, Chrysos can no longer feast on mine!
I can’t put out his eyes (I wish I could!)
But I can shut them out, and that I’ve done.
Cyn. I thank you, madam, and I’ll go with you.
Myr. No, no; thou shalt not leave Pygmalion;
He will not live if thou desertest him.
Add nothing to his pain—this second blow
Might well complete the work thou hast begun!