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