I 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.ArtemisShe was jealous of her slighted honour, vexed at thy chaste life.HippolytusAh! then I see her single hand hath struck down three of us.ArtemisThy sire and thee, and last thy father’s wife.HippolytusMy sire’s ill-luck as well as mine I mourn.ArtHe was deceived by a goddess’s design.HippolytusWoe is thee, my father, in this sad mischance!