Racine - Phaedra - College of Liberal Arts and Social Sciences
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196 / JEAN RACINE<br />
Shall sl<strong>and</strong>er ruin him? That were too much to bear.<br />
Turn back: repent now <strong>of</strong> your murderous prayer.<br />
Fear, my lord, fear lest the stem deities<br />
So hate you as to grant your wrathful pleas.<br />
Our sacrifices anger Heaven at times;<br />
Its gifts are <strong>of</strong>ten sent to scourge our crimes.<br />
THESEUS Your words can't cover up that sin <strong>of</strong> his:<br />
Love's blinded you to what the scoundrel is.<br />
But I've sure pro<strong>of</strong>s on which I may rely:<br />
I have seen tears-yes, tears which could not lie.<br />
ARICIA Take care, my lord. You have, in many l<strong>and</strong>s,<br />
Slain countless monsters with your conquering h<strong>and</strong>s;<br />
But all are not destroyed; there still lives one<br />
Who ... No, I am sworn to silence by your son.<br />
Knowing his wish to shield your honor, I'd<br />
Afflict him if I further testified.<br />
I'll imitate his reticence, <strong>and</strong> flee<br />
Your presence, lest the truth should burst from me.<br />
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SCENE 4<br />
THESEUS, alone<br />
THESEUS What does she mean? These speeches which begin<br />
And then break <strong>of</strong>f-what are they keeping in?<br />
Is this some sham those two have figured out?<br />
Have they conspired to torture me with doubt?<br />
But I myself, despite my stern control-<br />
What plaintive voice cries from my inmost soul?<br />
I feel a secret pity, a surge <strong>of</strong>pain.<br />
Oenone must be questioned once again.<br />
I'll have more lighten this'. Not.all is known.<br />
Guards, go <strong>and</strong> bringOenoneherevalone.. '<br />
SCEN!' 5<br />
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PANOPE I don't know what.the.Queen may-contemplate;<br />
My lord, but she is in a frightening state.<br />
Mortal despair is what her looks bespeak; ..<br />
Death's pallor is already on her cheek.<br />
Oenone, driven from -her in disgrace,<br />
Has thrown herself into the sea's .embrace.<br />
None knows what madness caused the thing she did;<br />
Beneath the waves she lies forever hid.<br />
THESEUS What do you tell. me?<br />
PANOPE This death has left the Queen<br />
No calmer; her distraction grows more keen.<br />
At moments, to allay her dark unrest, .<br />
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