Thes. Where lies the danger? wherefore should I stay? Lyc. Your sudden presence would surprize her soul, Renew the galling image of her wrongs, "Revive her sorrow, indignation, shame;" And all your son would strike her from your eyes. Thes. My son !—But he's too good, too brave to wrong her. Whence then that shocking change, that strong sur prize, That fright that seiz'd him at the name of Phædra ? Presage some dire attempts.-Say, what remorse? And blam'd my speed, and chid my rash obedience, Thes. Of love! what strange suspicions rack my soul! Lyc. Thus urg'd, I must declare. Yet, pitying heav'n! Why must I speak? why must unwilling Lycon Thes. Love to his mother! To the wife of Theseus! Lyc. Yes, at the moment first he view'd her eyes, Ev'n at the altar, when you join'd your hands, His easy heart receiv'd the guilty flame, And from that time he press'd her with his passion. Thes. Then 'twas for this she banish'd him fromCrete; I thought it hatred all. O righteous hatred! Forgive me, heav'n; forgive me, injur'd Phædra, That I in secret have condemn'd thy justice. Oh! 'twas all just, and Theseus shall revenge, Ev'n on his son, revenge his Phædra's wrongs. Lyc. What easy tools are these blunt honest heroes, Who, with keen hunger, gorge the naked hook, Prevent the bait the statesman's art prepares, And post to ruin-" Go, believing fool, "Go at thy far-fam'd justice on thy son, "Next on thyself, and both make way for Lycon." [Aside. Thes. Ha! am I sure she's wrong'd? perhaps 'tis malice. Slave, make it clear, make good your accusation, Lyc. Am I then doubted? can Phædra, or your Lycon, Be thought to forge such execrable falsehoods? "Gods! when the queen unwillingly complains, "Can you suspect her truth? O godlike Theseus! "Is this the love you bear unhappy Phædra? Is this her hop'd-for aid? Go, wretched matron, Sigh to the winds, and rend th' unpitying heav'ns "With thy vain sorrows; since relentless Theseus, "Thy hope, thy refuge, Theseus will not hear thee." Thes. "Not hear my Phædra! not revenge her wrongs!" Speak, make thy proofs, and then his doom's as fix'd, As when Jove nods, and high Olympus shakes, And fate his voice obeys. Lyc. Yet stay; bear witness, heav'n! [fetches a sword. With what reluctance I produce this sword, Is this the weapon which my darling son "Swore to employ in nought but acts of honour? Lyc. Had you this morn beheld his ardent eyes, "Oh! had you seen her, when th' affrighted youth "Retir'd at your approach; had you then seen her, "In the chaste transports of becoming fury, "Seize on the sword to pierce her guiltless bosom;" Had you seen this, you could not doubt her truth. Thes, Oh, impious monster! oh, forgive me, Phædral And may the gods inspire my injur'd soul With equal vengeance that may suit his crimes. Lyc. For Phædra's sake forbear to talk of vengeance; That, with new pains, would wound her tender breast. Send him away from Crete, and by his absence Give Phædra quiet, and afford him mercy. Thes. "Mercy! for what? oh! well has he rewarded "Poor Phædra's mercy.O most barb'rous traitor! "To wrong such beauty, and insult such goodness." Mercy! what's that? a virtue coin'd by villains, "Who praise the weakness which supports their crimes." Be mute, and fly; lest when my rage is rous'd, Lyc. Dull fool, I laugh at mercy more than thou dost ; Now boast thy race, and laugh at earth-born Lycon. HIPPOLITUS enters. [Aside and Exit. Thes. Yet can it be ?-Is this th' incestuous villain? "How great his presence, how erect his look, "How ev'ry grace, how all his virtuous mother Shines in his face, and charms me from his eyes! "O Neptune! O great founder of our race! "Why was he fram`d with such a godlike look ?” Hip. May I presume to ask, what secret care Thes. Answer me first. When call'd to wait on What sudden fear surpriz'd your troubled soul? her, And keep this hated object from her sight. Thes. Say, what's the cause of her invet'rate hatred ? Hip. When last attend her!-O unhappy queen! "Or to betray a fault myself have caus'd.” When last attend her? [Aside. Thes. Answer me directly; father's rage. Nor dare to trifle with your Hip. My lord, this very morn I saw the queen. |