There then I cover thee; but when will death hide my body in the grave? Many a lesson length of days is teaching me. Yea, mortal men should pledge themselves to moderate friendships only, not to such as reach the very heart’s core; affection’s ties should be light upon them to let them slip or draw them tight. For one poor heart to grieve for twain, as I do for my mistress, is a burden sore to bear. Men say that too engrossing pursuits in life more oft cause disappointment than pleasure, and too oft are foes to health. Wherefore I do not praise excess so much as moderation, and with me wise men will agree.

ChorusO aged dame, faithful nurse of Phaedra, our queen, we see her sorry plight; but what it is that ails her we cannot discern, so fain would learn of thee and hear thy opinion.NurseI question her, but am no wiser, for she will not answer.ChorusNor tell what source these sorrows have?NurseThe same answer thou must take, for she is dumb on every point.ChorusHow weak and wasted is her body!NurseWhat marvel? ’tis three days now since she has tasted food.ChorusIs this infatuation, or an attempt to die?Nurse’Tis death she courts; such fasting aims at ending life.ChorusA strange story! is her husband satisfied?NurseShe hides from him her sorrow, and vows she is not ill.ChorusCan he not guess it from her face?NurseHe is not now in his own country.ChorusBut dost not thou insist in thy endeavour to find out her complaint, her crazy mind?NurseI have tried every plan, and all in vain; yet not even now will I relax my zeal, that thou too, if thou stayest, mayst witness my devotion to my unhappy mistress. Come, come, my darling child, let us forget, the twain of us, our former words; be thou more mild, smoothing that sullen brow and changing the current of thy thought, and I, if in aught before I failed in humouring thee, will let that be and find some better course. If thou art sick with ills thou canst not name, there be women here to help to set thee right; but if thy trouble can to men’s ears be divulged, speak, that physicians may pronounce on it. Come, then, why so dumb? Thou shouldst not so remain, my child, but scold me if I speak amiss, or, if I give good counsel, yield assent. One word, one look this way! Ah me! Friends, we waste our toil to no purpose; we are as far away as ever; she would not relent to my arguments then, nor is she yielding now. Well, grow more stubborn than the sea, yet be assured of this, that if thou diest thou art a traitress to thy children, for they will ne’er inherit their father’s halls, nay, by that knightly queen the AmazonHippolytus was the son of Theseus by a former union with the queen of the Amazons. who bore a son to lord it over thine, a bastard born but not a bastard bred, whom well thou knowest, e’en Hippolytus.PhaedraOh! oh!NurseHa! doth that touch the quick?