I 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; hateful is life, hateful to mine eyes the light. This body I resign, will cast it off, and rid me of existence by my death. Farewell, my life is o’er. Yea, for the chaste have wicked passions, ’gainst their will maybe, but still they have. Cypris, it seems, is not a goddess after all, but something greater far, for she hath been the ruin of my lady and of me and our whole family.

ChorusO, too clearly didst thou hear our queen uplift her voice to tell her startling tale of piteous suffering. Come death ere I reach thy state of feeling,Or before thou accomplish thy purpose. loved mistress. O horrible! woe, for these miseries! woe, for the sorrows on which mortals feed! Thou art undone! thou hast disclosed thy sin to heaven’s light. What hath each passing day and every hour in store for thee? Some strange event will come to pass in this house. For it is no longer uncertain where the star of thy love is setting, thou hapless daughterShe was daughter of Minos, king of Crete. of Crete.

PhaedraLadies of Troezen, who dwell here upon the frontier edge of Pelops’ land,