Cynisca spake to him. Oh, let my voice
Be to Pygmalion as Cynisca’s voice,
And he will live—for her and not for me—
Yet he will live. I am the fountain head
Enter Pygmalion, unobserved, led by Myrine.
Of all the horrors that surround him now,
And it is fit that I should suffer this;
Grant this, my first appeal—I do not ask
Pygmalion’s love; I ask Pygmalion’s life!
(Pygmalion utters an exclamation of joy. She rushes to him and seizes his hand.)