She 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!TheseusMy son, I am a ruined man; life has no joys for me.HippolytusFor this mistake I mourn thee rather than myself.TheseusO that I had died for thee, my son!HippolytusAh! those fatal gifts thy sire Poseidon gave.