and still they come, too deep for words, too heavy to bear. Ah me!ChorusWhat is it? speak, if I may share in it.

TheseusThis letter loudly tells a hideous tale! where can I escape my load of woe? For I am ruined and undone, so awful are the words I find here written clear as if she cried them to me; woe is me!ChorusAlas! thy words declare themselves the harbingers of woe.TheseusI can no longer keep the cursed tale within the portal of my lips, cruel though its utterance be. Ah me! Hippolytus hath dared by brutal force to violate my honour, recking naught of Zeus, whose awful eye is over all. O father Poseidon, once didst thou promise to fulfil three prayers of mine ; answer one of these and slay my son, let him not escape this single day, if the prayers thou gavest me were indeed with issue fraught.ChorusO king, I do conjure thee, call back that prayer; hereafter thou wilt know thy error. Hear, I pray.TheseusImpossible! Moreover I will banish him from this land, and by one of two fates shall he be struck down; either Poseidon, out of respect to my prayer, will cast his dead body into the house of Hades; or exiled from this land, a wanderer to some foreign shore, shall he eke out a life of misery.ChorusLo! where himself doth come, thy son Hippolytus, in good time;