Ah! would thou couldst say for me what I have to tell. Nurse I am no prophetess to unriddle secrets. Phaedra What is it they mean when they talk of people being in love? Nurse At once the sweetest and the bitterest thing, my child. Phaedra I shall only find the latter half. Nurse Ha! my child, art thou in love? Phaedra The Amazon’s son, whoever he may be,— Nurse Mean’st thou Hippolytus? Phaedra ’Twas thou, not I, that spoke his name. Nurse O heavens! what is this, my child? Thou hast ruined me. Outrageous! friends; I will not live and bear it;