Drove you from court, from Crete, and from your father: The court, all Crete, deplor'd their suffering hero Yet could you know relenting Phædra's soul! Hip. My hate to Phædra! Ha! could I hate the royal spouse of Theseus, Phad. Why your queen and mother? More humble ties would suit my lost condition. And I have only time t' implore your pardon. Hip. Oh, I'll defend him! with my life defend him! Phad. A father's love! Oh, doubtful sounds! oh, vain deceitful hopes! C. Death! he's not dead: he lives, he breathes, he speaks; I see him, speak to him.My heart! I rave, Hip. Oh, glorious folly ! See, Theseus, see, how much your Phædra lov'd you. Hip. Ha! amazement strikes me; Where will this end? Lyc. Is't difficult to guess? Does not her flying paleness, "that but now "Sat cold and languid in her fading cheek, (Where now succeeds a momentary lustre) "Does not her beating heart," her trembling limbs, Her wishing looks, her speech, her present silence, All, all proclaim imperial Phædra loves you? Hip. What do I hear? what, does no lightning flash, No thunder bellow, when such monstrous crimes Are own'd, avow'd, confest? All-seeing Sun! Hide, hide in shameful night thy beamy head, And cease to view the horrors of thy race. Alas! I share th' amazing guilt; these eyes, That first inspir'd the black incestuous flame, These ears, that heard the tale of impious love, Phæd. Alas, my lord! believe me not so vile. No; "by thy goddess, by the chaste Diana, "None but my first, my much-lov'd lord Arsamnes, "Was e'er receiv'd in these unhappy arms." No; for the love of thee, of those dear charms, And cruel Phædra kill'd her husband Theseus. Phad. Forbear, rash youth, nor dare to rouse my vengeance; Provoke me not; nor tempt my swelling rage Long has the secret struggled in my breast, [Exit. Hip. Then let me take the warning and retire; I'd rather trust the rough Ionian waves, Than woman's fiercer rage. "[Ismena sherus herself, listening." Lyc. Alas, my lord! You must not leave the queen to her despair. Hip. Must not! from thee? from that vile upstart Lycon? Lyc. Yes; from that Lycon who derives his greatness From Phædra's race, and now would guard her life. Then, sir, forbear, view here this royal signet, And in her faithful slave obey the queen. CRATANDER and Guards enter. Guards, watch the prince, but at that awful distance, With that respect it may not seem confinement, But only meant for honour. Hip. So, confinement is The honour Crete bestows on Theseus' son; Am I confin'd and is't so soon forgot, When fierce Procrustes' arms o'er-ran your kingdom? Smoak'd on the earth, when the red sky around Lyc. Take not an easy short confinement ill, Which your own safety and the queen's requires; Nor harbour fear of one that joys to serve you. Hip. Oh, I disdain thee, traitor, but not fear thee; Nor will I hear of services from Lycon. Thy very looks are lies: eternal falshood Smiles in thy looks, and flatters in thy eyes; The people's fears, and praise me to my ruin ? Lyc. Then quit thy arts; Put off the statesman, and resume the judge. [Aside. Thou, Proteus, shift thy various forms no more, But boldly own the god. That foe's too near. The queen's disease, and your aspiring mind, [To Hip. Hip. Gods! dares he speak thus to a monarch's son, And must this earth-born slave command in Crete ? Was it for this my godlike father fought? Did Theseus bleed for Lycon? O ye Cretans, See there your king, the successor of Minos, Lyc. You may as well provoke |