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! Theseus My son, I am a ruined man; life has no joys for me. Hippolytus For this mistake I mourn thee rather than myself. Theseus O that I had died for thee, my son! Hippolytus Ah! those fatal gifts thy sire Poseidon gave. Theseus Would God these lips had never uttered that prayer! Hippolytus Why not? thou wouldst in any case have slain me in thy fury then. Theseus Yes; Heaven had perverted my power to think. Hippolytus O that the race of men could bring a curse upon the gods! Artemis Enough! for though thou pass to gloom beneath the earth, the wrath of Cypris shall not, at her will, fall on thee unrequited, because thou hadst a noble righteous soul. Nauck encloses this line in brackets. For I with mine own hand will with these unerring shafts avenge me on another, Adonis. who is her votary, dearest to her of all the sons of men. And to thee, poor sufferer, for thy anguish now will I grant high honours in the city of Troezen; for thee shall maids unwed before their marriage cut off their hair, thy harvest through the long roll of time of countless bitter tears. Yea, and for ever shall the virgin choir hymn thy sad memory, nor shall Phaedra’s love for thee fall into oblivion and pass away unnoticed.