WS Gilbert A Mid-Victorian Aristophanes - Haddon Hall
WS Gilbert A Mid-Victorian Aristophanes - Haddon Hall
WS Gilbert A Mid-Victorian Aristophanes - Haddon Hall
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26 THE ENGLISH ARISTOPHANES<br />
Pygmalion. Well—let me see;<br />
Oh — you were quarried in Pentelicus;<br />
I modelled you in clay — my artisans<br />
Then roughed you out in marble — I in turn<br />
Brought my artistic skill to bear on you,<br />
And made you what you are — in all but life —<br />
The gods completed what I had begun,<br />
And gave the only gift I could not give.<br />
Galatea. Then this is life?<br />
Pygmalion. It is.<br />
Galatea. And not long since<br />
I was a cold, dull stone! I recollect<br />
That by some means I knew that I was stone;<br />
That was the first dull gleam of consciousness.<br />
I became conscious of a chilly self,<br />
A cold, immovable identity,<br />
I knew that I was stone, and knew no more!<br />
Then by an imperceptible advance,<br />
Came the dim evidence of outer things,<br />
Seen — darkly and imperfectly — yet seen —<br />
The walls surrounding me, and 1 alone.<br />
That pedestal — that curtain — then a voice<br />
That called on Galatea! At that word,<br />
Which seemed to shake my marble to the core.<br />
That which was dim before, came evident.<br />
Sounds that had hummed around me indistinct,<br />
Vague, meaningless — seemed to resolve themselves<br />
Into a language I could understand.<br />
My limbs grew supple, and I moved — I lived!<br />
Lived in the ecstasy of newborn life,<br />
Lived in a thousand tangled thoughts of hope,<br />
Love, gratitude — thoughts that resolved themselves<br />
Into one word, that word, Pygmalion. (kneels to him)