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  NURSE

    If thou art of this mind; 'twere well thou ne'er hadst sinned; but

as it is; hear me; for that is the next best course; I in my house

have charms to soothe thy love;…'twas but now I thought of them;…these

shall cure thee of thy sickness on no disgraceful terms; thy mind

unhurt; if thou wilt be but brave。 But from him thou lovest we must

get some token; word or fragment of his robe; and thereby unite in one

love's twofold stream。

  PHAEDRA

    Is thy drug a salve or potion?

  NURSE

    I cannot tell; be content; my child; to profit by it and ask no

questions。

  PHAEDRA

    I fear me thou wilt prove too wise for me。

  NURSE

    If thou fear this; confess thyself afraid of all; but why thy

terror!

  PHAEDRA

    Lest thou shouldst breathe a word of this to Theseus' son。

  NURSE

    Peace; my child! I will do all things well; only be thou; queen

Cypris; ocean's child; my partner in the work! And for the rest of

my purpose; it will be enough for me to tell it to our friends

within the house。



                 (The NURSE goes into the palace。)



  CHORUS (singing)



                                                            strophe 1



    O Love; Love; that from the eyes diffusest soft desire; bringing

on the souls of those; whom thou dost camp against; sweet grace; O

never in evil mood appear to me; nor out of time and tune approach!

Nor fire nor meteor hurls a mightier bolt than Aphrodite's shaft

shot by the hands of Love; the child of Zeus。



                                                        antistrophe 1



    Idly; idly by the streams of Alpheus and in the Pythian shrines of

Phoebus; Hellas heaps the slaughtered steers; while Love we worship

not; Love; the king of men; who holds the key to Aphrodite's

sweetest bower;…worship not him who; when he comes; lays waste and

marks his path to mortal hearts by wide…spread woe。



                                                            strophe 2



    There was that maiden in Oechalia; a girl unwed; that knew no

wooer yet nor married joys; her did the Queen of Love snatch from

her home across the sea and gave unto Alcmena's son; mid blood and

smoke and murderous marriage…hymns; to be to him a frantic fiend of

hell; woe! woe for his wooing!



                                                        antistrophe 2



  Ah! holy walls of Thebes; ah! fount of Dirce; ye could testify

what course the love…queen follows。 For with the blazing levin…bolt

did she cut short the fatal marriage of Semele; mother of Zeus…born

Bacchus。 All things she doth inspire; dread goddess; winging her

flight hither and thither like a bee。

  PHAEDRA

    Peace; oh women; peace! I am undone。

  LEADER OF THE CHORUS

    What; Phaedra; is this dread event within thy house?

  PHAEDRA

    Hush! let me hear what those within are saying。

  LEADER

    I am silent; this is surely the prelude to evil。

  PHAEDRA (chanting)

    Great gods! how awful are my sufferings!

  CHORUS (chanting)

    What a cry was there! what loud alarm! say what sudden terror;

lady; doth thy soul dismay。

  PHAEDRA

    I am undone。 Stand here at the door and hear the noise arising

in the house。

  CHORUS (chanting)

    Thou art already by the bolted door; 'tis for thee to note the

sounds that issue from within。 And tell me; O tell me what evil can be

on foot。

  PHAEDRA

    'Tis the son of the horse…loving Amazon who calls; Hippolytus;

uttering foul curses on my servant。

  CHORUS (chanting)

    I hear a noise but cannot dearly tell which way it comes。 Ah! 'tis

through the door the sound reached thee。

  PHAEDRA

    Yes; yes; he is calling her plainly enough a go…between in vice;

traitress to her master's honour。

  CHORUS (chanting)

    Woe; woe is me! thou art betrayed; dear mistress! What counsel

shall I give thee? thy secret is out; thou art utterly undone。

  PHAEDRA

    Ah me! ah me!

  CHORUS (chanting)

    Betrayed by friends!

  PHAEDRA

    She hath ruined me by speaking of my misfortune; 'twas kindly

meant; but an ill way to cure my malady。

  LEADER OF THE CHORUS

    O what wilt thou do now in thy cruel dilemma?

  PHAEDRA

    I only know one way; one cure for these my woes; and that is

instant death。



 (HIPPOLYTUS bursts out of the palace; followed closely by the NURSE。)



  HIPPOLYTUS

    O mother earth! O sun's unclouded orb! What words; unfit for any

lips; have reached my ears!

  NURSE

    Peace; my son; lest some one hear thy outcry。

  HIPPOLYTUS

    I cannot hear such awful words and hold my peace。

  NURSE

    I do implore thee by thy fair right hand。

  HIPPOLYTUS

    Let go my hand; touch not my robe。

  NURSE

    O by thy knees I pray; destroy me not utterly。

  HIPPOLYTUS

    Why say this; if; as thou pretendest; thy lips are free from

blame?

  NURSE

    My son; this is no story to be noised abroad。

  HIPPOLYTUS

    A virtuous tale grows fairer told to many。

  NURSE

    Never dishonour thy oath; my son。

  HIPPOLYTUS

    My tongue an oath did take; but not my heart。

  NURSE

    My son; what wilt thou do? destroy thy friends?

  HIPPOLYTUS

    Friends indeed! the wicked are no friends of mine。

  NURSE

    O pardon me; to err is only human; child。

  HIPPOLYTUS

    Great Zeus; why didst thou; to man's sorrow; put woman; evil

counterfeit; to dwell where shines the sun? If thou wert minded that

the human race should multiply; it was not from women they should have

drawn their stock; but in thy temples they should have paid gold or

iron or ponderous bronze and bought a family; each man proportioned to

his offering; and so in independence dwelt; from women free。 But now

as soon as ever we would bring this plague into our home we bring

its fortune to the ground。 'Tis clear from this how great a curse a

woman is; the very father; that begot and nurtured her; to rid him

of the mischief; gives her a dower and packs her off; while the

husband; who takes the noxious weed into his home; fondly decks his

sorry idol in fine raiment and tricks her out in robes; squandering by

degrees; unhappy wight! his house's wealth。 For he is in this dilemma;

say his marriage has brought him good connections; he is glad then

to keep the wife he loathes; or; if he gets a good wife but useless

kin; he tries to stifle the bad luck with the good。 But it is

easiest for him who has settled in his house as wife mere cipher;

incapable from simplicity。 I hate a clever woman; never may she set

foot in my house who aims at knowing more than women need; for in

these clever women Cypris implants a larger store of villainy; while

the artless woman is by her shallow wit from levity debarred。 No

servant should ever have had access to a wife; but men should put to

live with them beasts; which bite; not talk; in which case they

could not speak to any one nor be answered back by them。 But; as it

is; the wicked in their chambers plot wickedness; and their servants

carry it abroad。 Even thus; vile wretch; thou cam'st to make me

partner in an outrage on my father's honour; wherefore I must wash

that stain away in running streams; dashing the water into my ears。

How could I commit so foul a crime when by the very mention of it I

feel myself polluted? Be well assured; woman; 'tis only my religious

scruple saves thee。 For had not I unawares been caught by an oath;

'fore heaven! I would not have refrained from telling all unto my

father。 But now I will from the house away; so long as Theseus is

abroad; and will maintain strict silence。 But; when my father comes; I

will return and see how thou and thy mistress face him; and so shall I

learn by experience the extent of thy audacity。 Perdition seize you

both! I can never satisfy my hate for women; no! not even though

some say this is ever my theme; for of a truth they always are evil。

So either let some one prove them chaste; or let me still trample on

them for ever。

                                       (HIPPOLYTUS departs in anger。)

  CHORUS (chanting)

    O the cruel; unhappy fate of women! What arts; what arguments have

we; once we have made a slip; to loose by craft the tight…drawn knot?

  PHAEDRA (chanting)

    I have met my deserts。 O earth; O light of day! How can I escape

the stroke of fate? How my pangs conceal; kind friends? What god

will appear to help me; what mortal to take my part or help me in

unrighteousness? The present calamity of my life admits of no

escape。 Most hapless I of all my sex!

  LEADER OF THE CHORUS

    Alas; alas! the deed is done; thy servant's schemes have gone

awry; my queen; and all is lost。

  PHAEDRA (to the NURSE)

    Accursed woman! traitress to thy friends! How hast thou ruined me!

May Zeus; my ancestor; smite thee with his fiery bolt and uproot

thee from thy place。 Did I not foresee thy purpose; did I not bid thee

keep silence on the very

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