Racine: Phaedra

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RACINE
Between us. Torches do not always light
The face of Hymen.
At the gates of Troezen,
'Mid ancient tombs where princes of my race
Lie buried, stands a temple ne'er approach'd
By perjurers, where mortals dare not make
False oaths, for instant punishment befalls
The guilty. Falsehood knows no stronger check
Than what is present there—the fear of death
That cannot be avoided. Thither then
We'll go, if you consent, and swear to love
Forever, take the guardian god to witness
Our solemn vows, and his paternal care
Entreat. I will invoke the name of all
The holiest Pow'rs ; chaste Dian, and the Queen
Of Heav'n, yea all the gods who know my heart
Will guarantee my sacred promises.
Aricia.—The King draws near. Depart—make no delay.
To mask my flight, I linger yet one moment.
Go you ; and leave with me some trusty guide,
To lead my timid footsteps to your side.
Scene II.
Theseus, Aricia, Ismene.
Theseus,—Ye gods, throw light upon my troubled mind,
Show me the truth which I am seeking here.
Aricia [aside to Ismene].—Get ready, dear Ismene, for our
flight.
Scene HI.
Theseus, Aricia.
Theseus.—Your color comes and goes, you seem confused,
What business had my son with you ?
Madam !
Aricia.—Sire, he was bidding me farewell forever.
Theseus.—Your eyes, it seems, can tame that stubborn pride
And the first sighs he breathes are paid to you.
Aricia.—I can't deny the truth ; he has not, Sire,