my own fortunes for the best arrange.
(The NURSE goes into the palace.)
Ye noble daughters of Troezen, grant me the only boon I crave;
in silence bury what ye here have heard.
LEADER
By
majestic Artemis, child of Zeus, I swear I will never divulge
aught of thy sorrows.
PHAEDRA
'Tis well. But I, with all my thought, can but one way discover
out of this
calamity, that so I may secure my children's honour, and
find myself some help as matters stand. For never, never will I
bring shame upon my Cretan home, nor will I, to save one poor life,
face Theseus after my disgrace.
LEADER
Art thou bent then on some cureless woe?
PHAEDRA
On death; the means
thereto must I
devise myself.
LEADER
Hush!
PHAEDRA
Do thou at least
advise me well. For this very day shall I gladden
Cypris, my destroyer, by yielding up my life, and shall own myself
vanquished by cruel love. Yet shall my dying be another's curse,
that he may learn not to exult at my
misfortunes; but when he comes to
share the self-same
plague with me, he will take a lesson in
wisdom.
(PHAEDRA enters the palace.)
CHORUS (chanting)
strophe 1
O to be nestling 'neath some pathless
cavern, there by god's
creating hand to grow into a bird amid the
winged tribes! Away would I
soar to Adria's wave-beat shore and to the waters of Eridanus; where a
father's
hapless daughters in their grief for Phaethon
distil into the
glooming flood the amber
brilliance of their tears.
antistrophe 1
And to the apple-bearing strand of those minstrels in the west
then would come, where ocean's lord no more to sailors grants
passage o'er the deep dark main,
finding there the heaven's holy
bound, upheld by Atlas, where water from ambrosial founts wells up
beside the couch of Zeus inside his halls, and holy earth, the
bounteous mother, causes joy to spring in
heavenly breasts.
strophe 2
O white-
winged bark, that o'er the booming ocean-wave didst
bring my royal
mistress from her happy home, to crown her queen
'mongst sorrow's brides! Surely evil omens from either port, at
least from Crete, were with that ship, what time to
glorious Athens it
sped its way, and the crew made fast its twisted cable-ends upon the
beach of Munychus, and on the land stept out.
antistrophe 2
Whence comes it that her heart is crushed,
cruelly afflicted by
Aphrodite with unholy love; so she by bitter grief o'erwhelmed will
tie a noose within her
bridal bower to fit it to her fair white neck,
to
modest for this
hateful lot in life, prizing o'er all her name and
fame, and striving thus to rid her soul of passion's sting.
(The NURSE rushes out of the palace.)
NURSE
Help! ho! To the
rescue all who near the palace stand! She hath
hung herself, our queen, the wife of Theseus.
LEADER OF THE CHORUS
Woe worth the day! the deed is done; our royal
mistress is no
more, dead she hangs in the dangling noose.
NURSE
Haste! some one bring a two-edged knife
wherewith to cut the
knot about her neck.
FIRST SEMI-CHORUS
Friends, what shall we do? think you we should enter the house,
and loose the queen from the tight-drawn noose?
SECOND SEMI-CHORUS
Why should we? Are there not young servants here? To do too much
is not a safe course in life.
NURSE
Lay out the
haplesscorpse,
straighten the limbs. This was a
bitter way to sit at home and keep my master's house!
(She goes in.)
LEADER OF THE CHORUS
She is dead, poor lady; 'tis this I hear. Already are they