For life is bitterer to me than death. (She mounts the steps of pedestal.)
Farewell, Pygmalion! Farewell! Farewell!(The curtains conceal her.)
Cyn. Thou art unjust to her as I to thee!
Hers was the voice that pardoned thee—not mine.
I knew no pity till she taught it me.
I heard the words she spoke, and little thought
That they would find an echo in my heart;
But so it was. I took them for mine own,
And asking for thy pardon, pardoned thee!
Pyg. (amazed). Cynisca! Is this so?