Thou hast undone me, nurse; I do adjure by the gods, mention that man no more. Nurse There now! thou art thyself again, but e’en yet refusest to aid thy children and preserve thy life. Phaedra My babes I love, but there is another storm that buffets me. Nurse Daughter, are thy hands from bloodshed pure? Phaedra My hands are pure, but on my soul there rests a stain. Nurse The issue of some enemy’s secret witchery? Phaedra A friend is my destroyer, one unwilling as myself. Nurse Hath Theseus wronged thee in any wise? Phaedra Never may I prove untrue to him i.e. as he never has proved so to me. Nurse Then what strange mystery is there that drives thee on to die? Phaedra O, let my sin and me alone! ’tis not ’gainst thee I sin. Nurse Never willingly! and, if I fail, ’twill rest at thy door.