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To burning rage ; [trumpets sound] “ as soft Cydonian
oil, “ Whose balmy juice glides o'er th’ untasting tongue, " Yet touch'd with fire, with hottest Aames will blaze." But oh, ye pow'rs! Í see his godlike form. O ecstacy of joy; he comes ! he comes !
THESEUS, Officer, and Guards, enter, Is it my lord! my father! " oh! 'tis he: “ I see him, touch him," feel his known embraces; See all the father in his joyful eyes. Where have you been, my lord? what angry demon Hid you from Crete? from me: what god has sav'd
Did not Philotas see you fall? oh, answer me;
Thes. No; but to save my life I feign'd my death;
[Embraces Hippolitus. When first I saw thy mother, chaste Camilla; And much she lov'd me. Oh! did Phædra view me With half that fondness! But she's still unkind, Else hasty joy had brought her to these arms,
To welcome me to liberty, to life,
Hip. Pardon me, my lord,
Thes. Forget her former treatment; she's too good Ştill to persist in hatred to my son. Hip, Oh! let me fly from Crete,--from you, [ Aside.]
and Phædra. Thes. My son, what means this turn? this sudden
start? Why would you fly from Crete, and from
father? Hip. Not from my father, but from lazy Crete ; To follow danger, and acquire renown; To quell the monsters that escap'd your sword, And make the worlul confess me Theseus'son. Thes. What can this coldness mean?--Retire, my son,
[Exit Hippolituse While I attend the queen. -What shock is this? Why tremble thus my limbs? why faints my heart? Why am I thrillid with fear, 'till now unknown ? Where's now the joy, the ecstacy, and transport, That warm'd my soul, and urg'd me on to Phædra? Oh, had I never lov'd her, I'd been blest,
Sorrow and joy in love alternate reign; Sweet is the bliss, distracting is the pain, “ So when the Nile its fruitful deluge spreads, “ And genial heat informs its slimy beds; “ Here yellow harvests crowns the fertile plain, “ There monstrous serpents fright the lab’ring
“ A various product fills the fatten'd sand,
ACT IV. SCENE I,
Lycon enters, solus.
and finish mine,
PHÆDRA and Ladies enter.
Phaed. Off, let me loose; why, cruel barb'rous maids, Why am I barr'd from death, the common refuge, That spreads its hospitable arms for all ? “ Why must I drag the insufferable load “ Of foul dishonour, and despairing love?" O length of pain! “ am I so often dying, • And yet not dead ?" feel I so oft death's pangs, Nor once can find its ease?
Lyc. Would you now die !
Lyc. 'Tis you must drive that trouble from your
« As streams when damm'd forget their ancient cur
rent, “ And wand'ring o'er their banks in other channels
flow;" 'Tis you must bend your thoughts from hopeless love, And turn their course to Theseus' happy bosom, “ And crown his eager hopes with wish'd enjoyment:" Then with fresh charms adorn your troubled looks, Display the beauties first inspir'd his soul,
Sooth with your voice, and woo him with your eyes.
Pbaed. Impossible ! “ what, woo him with these eyes, “ Still wet with tears that flow'd but not for Theseus? “ This tongue, so us'd to sound another name? “ What, take him to my arms ? O awful Juno! 66 Touch, love, caress him, while my wand'ring fancy “ On other objects strays? a lewd adultress “ In the chaste bed ? and in the father's arms, “ O horrid thought! O execrable incest!) “ Ev’n in the father's arms, embrace the son ?"
Lyc. Yet you must see him, “ lest impatient love so Should urge his temper to too nice a search, “ And ill-tim'd absence should disclose your crime.
- Phaed. Could I, when present to his awful eyes, " Conceal the wild disorders of my soul ? “ Would not my groans, my looks, my speech betray
me ? « Betray thee, Phædra! then thou’rt not betray'd, “ Live, live secure, adoring Crete conceals thee; 66 Thy pious love, and most endearing goodness " Will charm the kind Hippolitus to silence. " O wretched Phædra! O ill-guarded secret! " To foes alone disclos'd!
" Lyc. I needs must fear them, 56 Spite of their vows, their oaths, their imprecations,
“ Phaed. Do iinprecations, oaths, or vows avail? “ I too have sworn, ev’n at the altar sworn, 56 Eternal love and endless faith to Theseus; “ And yet am false, forsworn: the hallow'd shrine * That heard me swear, is witness to my falsehood.