Cyn. Nay, let me go—I must not see his face;
For if I look on him I may relent.
Detain me not, Myrine—fare thee well!
[Exit Cynisca, Myrine follows her.
Daph. Well, there’ll be pretty scenes in Athens now
That statues may be vivified at will. (Chrysos enters unobserved.)
Why, I have daughters—all of them of age—
What chance is there for plain young women, now
That every man may take a block of stone
And carve a family to suit his tastes?