Pyg. Forgive thee? Why, my wife, I did not dare
To ask thy pardon, and thou askest mine,
The compact with thy mistress Artemis
Gave thee a heaven-sent right to punish me.
I’ve learnt to take whate’er the gods may send.
(Galatea, at first delighted, learns in the course of this speech that Pygmalion takes her for Cynisca, and expresses extreme anguish.)
Gal. (with an effort.) But then, this woman, Galatea—
Pyg.Well?
Gal. Thy love for her is dead?
Pyg.I had no love.