Woe is me, my son! what art thou doing to me thy
hapless sire!
HIPPOLYTUS
I am a broken man; yes, I see the gates that close upon the dead.
THESEUS
Canst leave me thus with murder on my soul!
HIPPOLYTUS
No, no; I set thee free from this bloodguiltiness.
THESEUS
What sayest thou? dost
absolve me from bloodshed?
HIPPOLYTUS
Artemis, the archer-queen, is my
witness that I do.
THESEUS
My own dear child, how
generous dost thou show thyself to thy
father!
HIPPOLYTUS
Farewell, dear father! a long
farewell to thee!
THESEUS
O that holy, noble soul of thine!
HIPPOLYTUS
Pray to have children such as me born in
lawful wedlock.
THESEUS
O leave me not, my son;
endure awhile.
HIPPOLYTUS
'Tis finished, my
endurance; I die, father; quickly veil my face
with a mantle.
THESEUS
O
glorious Athens, realm of Pallas, what a splendid hero ye have
lost! Ah me, ah me! How oft shall I remember thy evil works, P Cypris!
CHORUS (singing)
On all our citizens hath come this
universal sorrow, unforeseen.
Now shall the
copious tear gush forth, for sad news about great men
takes more than usual hold upon the heart.
-THE END-
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