Phaedra
’Tis the son of the horse-loving Amazon who calls, Hippolytus, uttering foul curses on my servant.
Chorus
I hear a noise, but cannot clearly 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 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 Betrayed by friends!
Phaedra She hath ruined me by speaking of my misfortune; ’twas kindly meant, but an ill way to cure my malady.
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 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, thy 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.