Thy noble soul hath been thy ruin. Hippolytus Ah! the fragrance from my goddess wafted! Even in my agony I feel thee near and find relief; she is here in this very place, my goddess Artemis. Artemis She is, poor sufferer! the goddess thou hast loved the best. Hippolytus Dost see me, mistress mine? dost see my present suffering? Artemis I see thee, but mine eyes no tear may weep. Hippolytus Thou hast none now to lead the hunt or tend thy fane. Artemis None now; yet e’en in death I love thee still. Hippolytus None to groom thy steeds, or guard thy shrines. Artemis Twas Cypris, mistress of iniquity, devised this evil. Hippolytus Ah me! now know I the goddess who destroyed me.