Scene 2 : Dialogue of Venus and Appolo, in front of a magic fountain showing both Venus’s temple and Galatea in Pygmalion’s cottage
Venus
Witness my victory god of Art
god of Genius, music and Mind
Your proudest creation has a heart
His vows to Appolo, this night unsigned
How unwise, brother, to think a man
May rise to take the role of god
When we spelled the frailties of mankind
Between heart and reason their choice was made:
Without reason, man may live his life
Yet not a day – by Cupid- from love apart
Appolo :
Our powers are vast but minds finite
While limitless is man’s imagination
gods create the man, who works the night
to rise above us in his own creation
Galatea her name –lifeless she stands
Yet holds Pygmalion’s genius and soul
He did not pray Venus, yet still knew love
For Is Galatea the work of just the hands,
When each night watered with the artist’s tears?
I ask you sister, not to hear his cries
For if you breath into her a mortal life
Happiness he may know, but for a day
If tonight he calls her his love, his wife
Tomorrow she’ll be a Memory of
your crime against labour and perfection
Begrudge him not the sorrows of his heart
Such is his fate to seek his happiness
In making the immortal, from a mortal mind
Do not destroy the miracle of his Art
In the name of the lonely winter’s tears
For if Galatea is the artist’s lasting miracle,
we the gods made the human’s fears
Venus :
I do not live to do favours for man
Be he a genius or a petty thief
But prayers of love I cannot deny
should they bring joy, misery or grief
You see in Galatea your victory
When the artist rose over Olympus high?
Yet Pygmalion shall be my triumph
In her love he’ll find eternal belief !
(She raises her hands)
Cupid ! Prepare your quiver for the game
Tonight thine arrows shall cover the sky !
By Comte Almaviva
Venus
Witness my victory god of Art
god of Genius, music and Mind
Your proudest creation has a heart
His vows to Appolo, this night unsigned
How unwise, brother, to think a man
May rise to take the role of god
When we spelled the frailties of mankind
Between heart and reason their choice was made:
Without reason, man may live his life
Yet not a day – by Cupid- from love apart
Appolo :
Our powers are vast but minds finite
While limitless is man’s imagination
gods create the man, who works the night
to rise above us in his own creation
Galatea her name –lifeless she stands
Yet holds Pygmalion’s genius and soul
He did not pray Venus, yet still knew love
For Is Galatea the work of just the hands,
When each night watered with the artist’s tears?
I ask you sister, not to hear his cries
For if you breath into her a mortal life
Happiness he may know, but for a day
If tonight he calls her his love, his wife
Tomorrow she’ll be a Memory of
your crime against labour and perfection
Begrudge him not the sorrows of his heart
Such is his fate to seek his happiness
In making the immortal, from a mortal mind
Do not destroy the miracle of his Art
In the name of the lonely winter’s tears
For if Galatea is the artist’s lasting miracle,
we the gods made the human’s fears
Venus :
I do not live to do favours for man
Be he a genius or a petty thief
But prayers of love I cannot deny
should they bring joy, misery or grief
You see in Galatea your victory
When the artist rose over Olympus high?
Yet Pygmalion shall be my triumph
In her love he’ll find eternal belief !
(She raises her hands)
Cupid ! Prepare your quiver for the game
Tonight thine arrows shall cover the sky !
By Comte Almaviva
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