Jean Racine (16391699). Phædra. The Harvard Classics. 190914. |
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HIPPOLYTUS, NONE, THERAMENES
none Alas, my lord, what grief was eer like mine? | |
| The queen has almost touchd the gates of death. | |
| Vainly close watch I keep by day and night, | |
| Een in my arms a secret malady | |
| Slays her, and all her senses are disorderd. | 5 |
| Weary yet restless from her couch she rises, | |
| Pants for the outer air, but bids me see | |
| That no one on her misery intrudes. | |
| She comes. | |
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Hippolytus Enough. She shall not be disturbd, | 10 |
| Nor be confronted with a face she hates. | |
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