Jean Racine (1639–1699). Phædra.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14. |
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| Act III |
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HIPPOLYTUS, THERAMENES
Hippolytus
What do these words portend, which seem’d to freeze | |
| My very blood? Will Phædra, in her frenzy | |
| Accuse herself, and seal her own destruction? | |
| What will the King say? Gods! What fatal poison | |
| Has love spread over all his house! Myself, | 5 |
| Full of a fire his hatred disapproves, | |
| How changed he finds me from the son he knew! | |
| With dark forebodings in my mind alarm’d, | |
| But innocence has surely naught to fear. | |
| Come, let us go, and in some other place | 10 |
| Consider how I best may move my sire | |
| To tenderness, and tell him of a flame | |
| Vex’d but not vanquish’d by a father’s blame. | |
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