Daph. (taking Chrysos’ arm, who is looking at a statue of Venus.)
Come along, do!
[Exeunt.
Enter Myrine, in great distress.
Myr. Pygmalion’s heard that he must lose his wife,
And swears, by all the gods that reign above,
He will not live if she deserts him now!
What—what is to be done?
Enter Galatea.
Gal.Myrine here!