Where is Pygmalion?
Myr.Oh, wretched girl!
Art thou not satisfied with all the ill
Thy heedlessness has worked, that thou art come
To gaze upon thy victim’s misery?
Well, thou hast come in time!
Gal.What dost thou mean?
Myr. Why this is what I mean—he will not live
Now that Cynisca has deserted him.
Oh, girl, his blood will be upon thy head!