On one side appear blocks of marble, and unfinished groups and statues. In the centre of the scene, another statue concealed under a pavilion of light transparent silk, ornamented with festoons and fringe. Pigmalion is discovered leaning on his elbow, in a pensive, contemplative, yet unsettled posture. Soon after he rises hastily, takes his tools from the table, and begins to give, at certain intervals, a few strokes of the chissel on one of his unfinished statues. Then steps backward to review his work, with a look of discontent and disappointment. 3 away with art like this! it is not art, 8 the marble feels thee not, it quits my hand. 10 where is thy power which once could rival jove"s, 12 that toils for vulgar gain is now thy equal. 13 hence, ye vile instruments! my glory once, 14 but now my shame, dishonour not my hands.