|Jean Racine (16391699). Phædra.|
The Harvard Classics. 190914.
Wretch! Thou must meet inevitable ruin.
|Neptune has sworn by Styxto gods themselves|
|A dreadful oath,and he will execute|
|His promise. Thou canst not escape his vengeance.|
|I loved thee; and, in spite of thine offence,|| 5|
|My heart is troubled by anticipation|
|For thee. But thou hast earnd thy doom too well.|
|Had father ever greater cause for rage?|
|Just gods, who see the grief that overwhelms me,|
|Why was I cursed with such a wicked son?|| 10|