and because we know no other, and have naught revealed to us of all our earth may hide; and trusting to fables we drift at random.PhaedraLift my body, raise my head! My limbs are all unstrung, kind friends. O handmaids, lift my arms, my shapely arms. The tire on my head is too heavy for me to wear; away with it, and let my tresses o’er my shoulders fall.NurseBe of good heart, dear child; toss not so wildly to and fro. Lie still, be brave, so wilt thou find thy sickness easier to bear; suffering for mortals is nature’s iron law.PhaedraAh! would I could draw a draught of water pure from some dew-fed spring, and lay me down to rest in the grassy meadow ’neath the poplar’s shade!NurseMy child, what wild speech is this? O say not such things in public, wild whirling words of frenzy bred!PhaedraAway to the mountain take me! to the wood, to the pine-trees I will go, where hounds pursue the prey, hard on the scent of dappled fawns. Ye gods! what joy to hark them on, to grasp the barbed dart, to poise Thessalian hunting-spears close to my golden hair, then let them fly.NurseWhy, why, my child, these anxious cares? What hast thou to do with the chase? Why so eager for the flowing spring, when hard by these towers stands a hill well watered, whence thou may’st freely draw?PhaedraO Artemis, who watchest o’er sea-beat LimnaA sea-coast town of Troezen. and the race-course thundering to the horse’s hoofs,