She is no more to thee than senseless stone?
Pyg. Speak not of her, Cynisca, for I swear
Enter Cynisca, unobserved.
The unhewn marble of Pentelicus
Hath charms for me, which she, in all her glow
Of womanly perfection, could not match.
Gal. I’m very glad to hear that this is so.
Thou art forgiven! (Kisses his forehead.)
Pyg.Thou hast pardoned me,
And though the law of Artemis declared