Racine: Phaedra

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My heart
RACINE
I cannot hide my passion.
Oh ! I am mad ; do what I will,
HiPPOLYTUs. Yes, I see
The strange effects of love. Theseus, tho' dead,
Seems present to your eyes, for in your soul
There burns a constant flame.
Ph^dra.— Ah, yes, for Theseus
I languish and I long, not as the Shades
Have seen him, of a thousand different forms
The fickle lover, and of Pluto's bride
The would-be ravisher, but faithful, proud
E'en to a slight disdain, with youthful charms
Attracting every heart, as gods are painted,
Or like yourself. He had your mien, your eyes,
Spoke and could blush like you, when to the isle
Of Crete, my childhood's home, he cross'd the waves.
Worthy to win the love of Minos' daughters.
What were you doing then ? Why did he gather
The flow'r of Greece, and leave Hippolytus ?
Oh, why were you too young to have embark'd
On board the ship that brought thy sire to Crete?
At your hands would the monster then have perish'd,
Despite the windings of his vast retreat.
To guide your doubtful steps within the maze
My sister would have arm'd you with the clue.
But no, therein would Phaedra have forestall'd her.
Love would have first inspired me with the thought;
And I it would have been whose timely aid
Had taught you all the labyrinth's crooked ways.
What anxious care a life so dear had cost me
No thread had satisfied your lover's fears
I would myself have wish'd to lead the way,
And share the peril you were bound to face
Phaedra with you would have explored the maze,
With you emerged in safety, or have perish'd.
Hippolytus.—Gods ! What
is this I hear ? Have you forgotten
That Theseus is my father and your husband ?
Ph.'edra.—Why should you fancy 1 have lost remembrance
Thereof, and am regardless of mine honor?