Phaedra: What is it they mean when they talk of people being in "love-"?
Nurse: At once the sweetest and the bitterest thing, my child.
Phaedra: I shall only find the latter half.
Nurse: Ha! my child, art thou in love?
Phaedra: The Amazon's son, whoever he may be-
Nurse: Mean'st thou Hippolytus?
Phaedra: 'Twas thou, not I, that spoke his name.
Nurse: O heavens! what is this, my child? Thou hast ruined me. Outrageous!
friends; I will not live and bear it; hateful is life, hateful to
mine eyes the light. This body I resign, will cast it off, and rid
me of existence by my death. Farewell, my life is o'er. Yea, for the
chaste I have wicked passions, 'gainst their will maybe, but still
they have. Cypris, it seems, is not goddess after all, but something
greater far, for she hath been the ruin of my lady and of me and our
whole family.
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