’Tis the son of the horse-loving Amazon who calls, Hippolytus, uttering foul curses on my servant.

ChorusI hear a noise, but cannot clearly tellReading ὅπᾳ. The old reading was ὔπα. which way it comes. Ah! ’tis through the door the sound reached thee.PhaedraYes, yes, he is calling her plainly enough a go-between in vice, traitress to her master’s honour.

ChorusWoe, woe is me! thou art betrayed, dear mistress! What counsel shall I give thee? thy secret is out; thou art utterly undone.PhaedraAh me! ah me!ChorusBetrayed by friends!PhaedraShe hath ruined me by speaking of my misfortune; ’twas kindly meant, but an ill way to cure my malady.ChorusO what wilt thou do now in thy cruel dilemma?PhaedraI only know one way,