did she cut short the fatal marriage of Semele, mother of Zeus-bom Bacchus. All things she doth inspire, dread goddess, winging her flight hither and thither like a bee. Phaedra Peace, ladies, peace! I am undone. Chorus What, Phaedra, is this dread event within thy house? Phaedra Hush! let me hear what those within are saying. Chorus I am silent; this is surely the prelude to mischief. Phaedra Great gods! how awful are my sufferings! Chorus What a cry was there! what loud alarm! say what sudden terror, lady, doth thy soul dismay. Phaedra I am undone. Stand here at the door and hear the noise arising in the house. Chorus Thou art already by the bolted door; ’tis for thee to note the sounds that issue from within. And tell me, O tell me what mischief can be on foot.