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LEADER

My son, we should avail us of the gifts that gods confer.



HIPPOLYTUS

Go in, my faithful followers, and make ready food within the



house; a well-filled board hath charms after the chase is o'er. Rub

down my steeds ye must, that when I have had my fill I may yoke them



to the chariot and give them proper exercise. As for thy Queen of

Love, a long farewell to her.



(HIPPOLYTUS goes into the palace, followed by all the ATTENDANTS

except the LEADER, who prays before the statue of APHRODITE.)



LEADER

Meantime I with sober mind, for I must not copy my young master,



do offer up my prayer to thy image, lady Cypris, in such words as it

becomes a slave to use. But thou should'st pardon all, who, in youth's



impetuous heat, speak idle words of thee; make as though thou

hearest not, for gods must needs be wiser than the sons of men.



(The LEADER goes into the palace. The CHORUS OF

TROEZENIAN WOMEN enters.)



CHORUS (singing)

strophe 1



A rock there is, where, as they say, the ocean dew distils, and

from its beetling brow it pours a copiousstream for pitchers to be



dipped therein; 'twas here I had a friend washing robes of purple in

the trickling stream, and she was spreading them out on the face of



warm sunny rock; from her I had the tidings, first of all, that my

mistress-



antistrophe 1

Was wasting on the bed of sickness, pent within her house, a



thin veil o'ershadowing her head of golden hair. And this is the third

day I hear that she hath closed her lovely lips and denied her



chaste body all sustenance, eager to hide her suffering and reach

death's cheerless bourn.



strophe 2

Maiden, thou must be possessed, by Pan made frantic or by



Hecate, or by the Corybantes dread, and Cybele the mountain mother. Or

maybe thou hast sinned against Dictynna, huntress-queen, and art



wasting for thy guilt in sacrifice unoffered. For she doth range

o'er lakes' expanse and past the bounds of earth upon the ocean's



tossing billows.

antistrophe 2



Or doth some rival in thy house beguile thy lord, the captain of

Erechtheus' sons, that hero nobly born, to secret amours hid from



thee? Or hath some mariner sailing hither from Crete reached this port

that sailors love, with evil tidings for our queen, and she with



sorrow for her grievous fate is to her bed confined?

epode



Yea, and oft o'er woman's wayward nature settles a feeling of

miserable helplessness, arising from pains of child-birth or of



passionate desire. I, too, have felt at times this sharp thrill

shoot through me, but I would cry to Artemis, queen of archery, who



comes from heaven to aid us in our travail, and thanks to heaven's

grace she ever comes at my call with welcome help. Look! where the



aged nurse is bringing her forth from the house before the door, while

on her brow the cloud of gloom is deepening. My soul longs to learn



what is her grief, the canker that is wasting our queen's fading

charms.



(PHAEDRA is led out and placed upon a couch by the NURSE and

attendants. The following lines between the NURSE and PHAEDRA are



chanted.)

NURSE



O, the ills of mortal men! the cruel diseases they endure! What

can I do for thee? from what refrain? Here is the bright sunlight,



here the azure sky; lo! we have brought thee on thy bed of sickness

without the palace; for all thy talk was of coming hither, but soon



back to thy chamber wilt thou hurry. Disappointment follows fast

with thee, thou hast no joy in aught for long; the present has no



power to please; on something absent next thy heart is set. Better

be sick than tend the sick; the first is but a single ill, the last



unites mental grief with manual toil. Man's whole life is full of

anguish; no respite from his woes he finds; but if there is aught to



love beyond this life, night's dark pall doth wrap it round. And so we

show our mad love of this life because its light is shed on earth, and



because we know no other, and have naught revealed to us of all our

earth may hide; and trusting to fables we drift at random.



PHAEDRA (wildly)

Lift my body, raise my head! My limbs are all unstrung, kind






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