Enter Galatea.
Pyg.Away from me,
Woman or statue! Thou the only blight
That ever fell upon my love—begone,
For thou hast been the curse of all who fell
Within the compass of thy waywardness!
Cyn. No, no—recall those words, Pygmalion,
Thou knowest not all.
Gal.Nay—let me go from him;
That curse—his curse—still ringing in mine ears,