Gal. Thou hadst no love?
Pyg.No love. At first, in truth,
In mad amazement at the miracle
That crowned my handiwork, and brought to life
The fair creation of my sculptor’s skill,
I yielded to her god-sent influence,
For I had worshiped her before she lived
Because she called Cynisca’s face to me;
But when she lived—that love died, word by word.
Gal. That is well said; thou dost not love her then?