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. Phaedra ’Tis the son of the horse-loving Amazon who calls, Hippolytus, uttering foul curses on my servant. Chorus I hear a noise, but cannot clearly tell Reading ὅπᾳ . The old reading was ὔπα . which way it comes. Ah! ’tis through the door the sound reached thee. Phaedra Yes, yes, he is calling her plainly enough a go-between in vice, traitress to her master’s honour. Chorus Woe, woe is me! thou art betrayed, dear mistress! What counsel shall I give thee? thy secret is out; thou art utterly undone. Phaedra Ah me! ah me! Chorus Betrayed by friends! Phaedra She hath ruined me by speaking of my misfortune; ’twas kindly meant, but an ill way to cure my malady.