Pyg.It should be so!
Gal. Hast thou no pity for her?
Pyg.No, not I.
The ill that she hath worked on thee—on me—
And on Myrine—surely were enough
To make us curse the hour that gave her life.
She is not fit to live upon this world!
Gal. (bitterly). Upon this worthy world, thou sayest well,
The woman shall be seen of thee no more. (Takes Cynisca’s hand and leads her to Pyg.)
What wouldst thou with her now? Thou hast thy wife!