Thy noble soul hath been thy ruin.HippolytusAh! 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.ArtemisShe is, poor sufferer! the goddess thou hast loved the best.HippolytusDost see me, mistress mine? dost see my present suffering?ArtemisI see thee, but mine eyes no tear may weep.HippolytusThou hast none now to lead the hunt or tend thy fane.ArtemisNone now; yet e’en in death I love thee still.HippolytusNone to groom thy steeds, or guard thy shrines.ArtemisTwas Cypris, mistress of iniquity, devised this evil.HippolytusAh me! now know I the goddess who destroyed me.