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