Ah! What is this I hear? Presumptuous traitor!
|And would he have disgraced his fathers honour?|
|With what relentless footsteps Fate pursues me!|
|Whither I go I know not, now where know|
|I am. O kind affection ill repaid!|| 5|
|Audacious scheme! Abominable thought!|
|To reach the object of his foul desire|
|The wretch disdaind not to use violence.|
|I know this sword that served him in his fury.|
|The sword I gave him for a nobler use.|| 10|
|Could not the sacred ties of blood restrain him?|
|And Phædra,was she loath to have him punishd?|
|She held her tongue. Was that to spare the culprit?|
Nay, but to spare a most unhappy father.
|Oerwhelmd with shame that her eyes should have kindled|| 15|
|So infamous a flame and prompted him|
|To crime so heinous, Phædra would have died.|
|I saw her raise her arm, and ran to save her.|
|To me alone you owe it that she lives;|
|And, in my pity both for her and you,|| 20|
|Have I against my will interpreted|
The traitor! He might well turn pale.
|Twas fear that made him tremble when he saw me.|
|I was astonishd that he showd no pleasure;|| 25|
|His frigid greeting chilld my tenderness.|
|But was this guilty passion that devours him|
|Declared already ere I banishd him|
Sire, remember how the Queen
|Urged you. Illicit love caused all her hatred.|
And then this fire broke out again at Trzen?
Sire, I have told you all. Too long the Queen
|Has been allowd to bear her grief alone|
|Let me now leave you and attend to her.|| 35|