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. Artemis She was jealous of her slighted honour, vexed at thy chaste life. Hippolytus Ah! then I see her single hand hath struck down three of us. Artemis Thy sire and thee, and last thy father’s wife. Hippolytus My sire’s ill-luck as well as mine I mourn. Art He was deceived by a goddess’s design. Hippolytus Woe is thee, my father, in this sad mischance!