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.

PhaedraPeace, ladies, peace! I am undone.ChorusWhat, Phaedra, is this dread event within thy house?PhaedraHush! let me hear what those within are saying.ChorusI am silent; this is surely the prelude to mischief.PhaedraGreat gods! how awful are my sufferings!

ChorusWhat a cry was there! what loud alarm! say what sudden terror, lady, doth thy soul dismay.PhaedraI am undone. Stand here at the door and hear the noise arising in the house.

ChorusThou 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.