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I fee him, Ipeak to him.-My heart! I rave,
[ Swoons. Hip. O, glorious fo!ly ! Enter Hippolitus.
Sce, Theseus, fee, how much your Phædra lov'd Hip. Immortal gods !
you. What have I done to raise such firanye abhorrence?
Pbud. Love him, indeed! dote, languish, die What have I done to shake her shrinking nature, With my approach, and kill her with my light. But not that houry venerabic Theseus,
Forsake piy foul, my sleep, all jovs for Theseus; Lyc. Alas! another grief devours her loul, And only your ailiitance can relieve her.
But Thcfeus as he was when mantliner blood Hip. Ha! make it known, that I may fly and Glow'd in his lovely cheeks; when his bright aid her.
eyes Lyc. But promise first, my lord, to keep it fecret. Sparkled with youthful fres; when ev'ry grace Hip. Proinise ! I swear, on this good sword Shine in the father which now crowns the fon, swear,
When Theleus was Hippolirus. This sword which first gain d youthful Theseus
Hip. Ha! amazement stokos me: honour,
Where will this end? Which oft has punishid perjury and fallthood;
Lyc. Is 't difficult to guess ? By thund'ring Jove, by Grecian Herculus,
Does pot her flying palen is, that but now By the majeftic form of godlike heroes,
Sat cold and languid in her fading check That shine around, and consecrate the stcel;
(Where now succeeds a inomentary lutre), No racks, no shame, thall ever force it from me.
Does not her beating healt, her trembling Phæd. Hippolitus.
Tiibs, Hip. Yes, 'tis that wretch, who begs you to
Her withing looks, her speech, her present dismiss
silence, That hated object from your eyes for ever;
All, all proclaiin imperial Phædra loves you? Beys leave to march against the foes of Thcfeus,
Ilip. it'hat do I hear? what, dous no lightAnd to revenge or share his father's fate.
ning fiah, Pbad, o Hippolitus!
Vo shurder bellow, when such monstrous crimes I own I 've wrong'd you, most unjustly wrongdre own'd, avow'd, confess'd ? All-feeing fun!
Hide, hide in thameful night thy beamy head, you; Drove you from court, from Crete, and from And cease to view the horrors of thy race.
Alas! I thare th' amazing guilt; these eyes, The court, all Cretc, deplor'd their fuff’ring hero, That first intpir'd the black incestuous fame; And I (the lad occasion) most of all.
Thele cars, that heard the tale of impious love, Yet could you know relenting Phædra's fou!!
Are al accurst, and all deserve your thunder. O! could you think with wisat reluctant grief
Ph.eu. Alas, iny lord! believe me not fo vile. I wrongd the hero whom I wish'd to cherishi No; by thy goddess, by the chastc Diana, O! you 'd confefs me wretched, not unkind;
None but my firit, my much-lov'd lord ArAnd own those ills vid most deserve your pity,
famnes Which most procur'd your hate.
Was e'er receiv'd in these nohappy arms. Hip. My hate to Phedra!
Vo for the love of thee, of those dear charms Hal could I hate the royal spouse of Theseus,
Which now I fue are doom'd to be my ruin, My queen, my mother?
I ftill denied my lord, my husband Theseus, Pbad. Why your queen and mother?
The cliafte, the moduit joys of spotlets marMore humble ties would suit iny lost condition.
riage; Alas! the iron hand of death is on me,
That drove him hence to war, to stormy seas, And I have only time timplore your parden.
To rocks and waves, lets cruc than his Phadra. Ah! would mv lord forget injurious Phaedr.,
Hp. If that drove Thetius hence, then that And with compassion view her helplels orphan!
kill'd Thelius, Would he receive him to his dear protection,
And cruci Phædra kill'd her husband T'eseus. Defend his youth from all encroaching foes !
Pball. Forb.ar, rath youts, nor care to roule Hip. O, I 'll defend him, with my life defend my Vengcaice; him !
Provoke me not: nor tempt my fweling rage Heaven dart your judgment on this faithlefs head, With black reproches, born and p:ovocation, If I don't pay him all a flare's obcdience,
Po do a deed my rea'on utult abhor. And all a father's love!
Long has the secret îtruggledi, my breast, Pbæd. A father's love!
Long has it rack'd and rent my torur’d bosom : O doubtful sounds! O vain deceitful hopes !
Put nowv 'tis out. Shame, rare, confufion, tear My grief's much eas’d by this tran:cending and drive me on to att vahea!- crimes; goodness,
To inuider thee, mvielf, and all that know it. And Theseus' death fits lighter on my
As when corvu fons cleave the lab'ring carth, Death! he's not dead: he lives, he breathes, hul Before the di mai yawn appears, the ground speaks ; Ireütles and heares, the nojding houses crash :
He's safe who from the dreadful warning flies, Hip. Gods ! dares he speak thus to a monarch's. But he that sees its opening bofom dies.
[ Exit. And must this carth-born save command in Hip. Then let me take the warning, andietire; Crete? I'd rather trust the rough Ionian waves Was it for this my godlike father fought? Than woman's fiercer rage.
Did Theseus Lleed fur Lycon? () ye Crerans, [Imena jbewus biezizl, lifening. See there your king, the successor of Minos, Lyc. Alas, my lord!
And heir of Jove.
scorn : upttart Lycon
Go feize Almæon, Nicias, and all Lyc. Yes; from that Lycon who derives liis The black abuttors of this impious treason. greatnets [life.
[Exit a Soldier.. From Phædra's race, and now would guard her Now o'er thy head th' avenging thunder rolls ;. Then, Sir, forbear; view here this royal fignet, For know on me depends thy instant doom. And in her faithful fave obey the queen. Then learn, proud prince, to bend thy haughty
[Enter Guards and Cratan:ler. soul, Guards, warch the prince; but at that awful And, if thou think's of life, obey the qucen. distance,
Hip. Then free from fear or guilt I'll wait With that respect, it may not seem confinement, But only meant for honour,
Whate'er 's my fault, no stain fhall blot my glory. Hip. So, confinement is
[ 'll guard my honour, you dispose my life, The honour Crete bestows on Theseus' fon. Lyc. Be it so ; Cratander, follow me. Am I confin'd? and is 't so soon forgot,
[Ex. Lic. and Cry. When fierce Procrustcs' arms o'er-ran your Hip. Since he dares brave my rage, the dunkingdom?
ger 's near. "l'hen your streets echoed with the cries of orphans, The timorous hounds that hunt the gen'rous lion Your thricking maids clung round the hallow'd Bay afar off, and tremble in pursuit; thrines,
But, when he struggles in th' entangling toils, When all your palaces and lofty tow'rs
Insult the dying prey.
Enter lfinena and Lady.
'Tis kindly done, linena, Then, then my father flew to your assistance; With all your cliarms to visit my distress; Then Theseus fav’d your lives, estates, and ho- Soften my chains, and make confinement caly.
O Ilinena ! And do you thus reward the hero's toil ?
Is it then given me to behold thy beauties! And do you now confine the hero's fon? Those blushing fiveets, those lovely loving eyes !
Lyc. Take not an caly short confinement ill, To press, to strain thee to iny beating leart, Which your own safety and the queen's re- And grow thus to my love! What's liverty to quires,
this? Nor harbour fear of one that joys to serve you. What's fame or greatness ? take 'em, take 'em, Hip: 0; I disdain tice, traitor, but not fear Phædra,
Freedom and fame, and in the dear confinement Nor will I hear of services from Lcon.
Inclose me thus for ever. Thy very looks are lies ; eternal falschood
Ism. O Hippolirus ! Smiles in thy locks, and Hatters in rhy eyes; , I could ever dwell in this confinement ! Ev'n in thy humble face I road my ruin, Nor with for aught while I behold my lord : In ev'ry cringing bow and fawning smile. But yet that with, that only with iz vain, Why eise d'ye whisper out your dark lufpicions ? When my hard fate thus forces me to beg you, Why with malignant elogies increase
Drive from your godlike soul a wretched maid : The people's fears, and praise me to my ruin ? Take to your arms (atlist mc, Heaven! to speak it) Why thro' the troubled streets of frighted Gnor- Take to your arms imperial Phædra, fus
And think of ine no more. Do bucklers, helms, and polith'd armour blaze? Hip. Not think of thee? Why founds the dreadful din of inftant war,
What! part ? for ever part: unkind Ismena ! Whilft still the foe 's unknown?
0! can you think that death is half so dreadful, Lyc. Then quit thy arts;
As it would be to live, and live without thee? Put off the statesman, and resume the judge. Say, should I quit thee, should I turn to Phædra,
[ Aside. Say, couldft thou bear it? could thy tender soul Thou, Proteus, shift thy various forms no more, Endure the torment of despairing love, But boldly own the god. That foe's too And fee me settled in a rival's arms ?
[To Hip. ljm. Think not of me. Perhaps my equal The queen's disease, and your aspiring mind,
mind Disturb all Crete, and give a loose to war. May learn to bear the fate the gods allot me.
Yet would you hear me; could your lov’d If. That pants, and struggles with the whirling
waves, With all her charms o'er-rule your sullen honour, And catches ev'ry sender reed to save him. You yet inight live, nor leave the poor Ismena. Lady. But should he do what your commands Hip. Speak : if I can, I'm ready to obey.
enjoin'd him, Im. Give the queen hopes.
Say, should he wcd her? Hp. No more--mv foul dildains it.
1/m. Should he wed the queen? No--sould I try, my haughty foul would swell, O! I'd remember that 'twas my request, Sharpen each word, and threaten in my eyes. And die well pleas'd I made the hero happy. 0, should I stoop to cringe, to lie, fortwear ? Ladi. Die! does Imena then refolve to die? Deferve the ruin which I strive to thun ?
Ilm. Can I then live ? can I, who lov'd so well, lin. O, I can'ı bear this cold contempt of To part with all my bliss to save my lover? death!
O! can I drag a wretched life without him, This rigid virtue, that prefers your glory
And sce ancther revel in his arms? To liberty or life. O cruel man !
0, 'tis in death alone I can have comfort ! By these fad fighs, by these poor streaming eyes, By that dear love that makes us now unhappy,
Enter Lycon. By the ncar danger of that precious life,
Lyc. What a reverse is this! perfidious boy, Heaven knows I value much above my own Is this thy truth is this thy boasted honour What! not yet mov’d? are you refolv'd on Then all are rogues alike : I never thought death?
But one man honest, and that one deceives me. Then, ere 'tis night, I swear by all the pow'rs,
[ Afide. This steel shall end my fears and life together. Ismena here! Hip. You sha'n't be trulicd with a life so pre Ilm. Now, my lord, is the queen's rage abated: cious.
How is the prioce dispos'd ? No; to the court I 'll publish your design: Lyt. Happily, Ev'n bloody Lycon will prevent your fate; All's chang'd to love and harmony, my fair. Lycon thall wrench the dagger from your bo- 'Tis all agreed : and now the prince is safe fom,
From the sure vengeance of despairing love ; And raving Phædra will preserve Ismena. Now Phædra's rage is chang'd to soft endearIfm. Phædra ! come on, I'll lead you on to Phædra:
She doats, the dies: and few, but tedious days, I'll tell her all the secrets of our love;
With endless joys will crown the happy pair. Give to her rage her close destructive rival: Ilm. Does he then wed the queen? Her rival sure will fall; her love may save you. Lyc. At least I think so. Come, fee me labour in the pangs of death, I, when the prince approach'd, not far retir'd, My agonizing limbs, my dying eves,
Pale with my doubts : he spoke; th' attentive Dying, yet fix'd in death on my Hippolitus.
qucen HP. What's your design? ye pow’rs ! what Dwelt on his accents, and her gloomy eyes means my love?
Sparkled with gentler fires; he blushing bow'd; Ilm. She means to lead you in the road of fate; She, trembling, loft in love, with foft confufion She means to die with one she can't preserve. Receiv'd his pallion, and return'd her own : Yet when you see me pale upon the earth, Then siniling turn'd to me, and bade me order This once-lov’d form grown horrible in death, The pompous rites of her ensuing nuptials, Sure your relenting foul would wish you 'd sav'd/Which I must now pursue. Farewel, 1linena.
[Exit. Hip. O! I'll do all, do any thing to save you ; Ilm. Then I 'll retire, and not disturb their joys. Give up my fame, and all my darling honour : Lady. Stay, and learn more.
I'll fly; what you 'll command I 'll say. Ismi. Ah! wherefore should I stay? I yield, Ismena.
What would you have me What! shall I stay to rave, t' upbraid, to hold do?
him? Ism. Say what occasion, chance, or Heaven To snatch the struggling charmer from her arms? inspires;
For could you think that open gen'rous youth Say that you love her, that you lov'd her long; Could with feign'd love deceive a jealous woSay that you 'll wed her, say that you'll comply; man? Say, to preserve your life, say any thing. Could he so soon grow artful in diffembling?
[Exit Hip. Ah! without doubt his thoughts inspir'd his Bless him, ye pow'rs! and if it be a crime,
tongue, 0! if the pious fraud offend your justice, And all his soul receiv'd a real love. Aim all your vengeance on Ilmena's head; Perhaps new graces darted from her eyes, Punish Ismena, but forgive Hippolitus.
Perhaps soft pity charm'd his yielding foul, He's gone, and now my brave resolves are stag- Perhaps her love, perhaps her kingdom charm'd
gerd; Now I repent, like some despairing wretch Perhaps-alas! how many things night charm That boldly plunges in the frightful deep,
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Lal'. Wait the success : it is not yet decided. Hip. Then thus :- I came and spake, but searce Ilm. Not yet decided! did not Lycon tell us
of love; How he protested, figh’d, and look'd, and vow'd: The easy queen receiv'd my faint addrcss How the soft painon languilh'd in his cyes ? With eager hope and unsuspicious faith. Ay, no, he loves, he does on l'hedra's charms. Lycon with feeming joy ditinits d my guards: Now, now he clafps her to his panting breast, My gen'rous scul disdain'd the mean deceit, Now he devours her with his eager eyes,
But stili deceiv'd her to obey Itincna. Now grasps her hands, and now he looks, and vows [[m. Art thou then true? thou art. O pardon The dear falle things that charm'd the poor
me ! Imena.
Pardon the errors of a filly maid, He comes; be fill, my heart; the tyrant comes, Wild with her fears, and mad with jealousy; Charming thu fake, and lovely in iis guilt. For Atill that fcar, that icabuly, was love.
Haste then, my lord, and save yourself by flight: Exter Hippolines.
And when your absent, when your godlike form
Shall cease to cheer forlorn Ilmena's eyes, Hip. Why hangs that cloudy sorrow on your Then let each day, each hour, cach minute bring brow>
Some kind remembrance of your constant love; Why do you figh? why flow your swelling eyes, Speak of your health, your fortune, and your Those eves that us'd with joy to view Hippolitus : friends, Ilm. My lord, my soul is charin'd with your (For sure those friends shall have my tend'reft success.
wishes) You know, my lord, my fears are but for you, Speak much of all; but of thy dear, dear love, For your dear life ; and ance my death alone Speak much, speak very much, but fill speak orr. Can make you safe, that luon shall make you Hip. O! hy dear love shall cver be my theme; happy.
Of that alone I'll talk the live-long day; Yet had you brought less love to Phadra's arms, But thus I'll talk, chus dwelling in thy eyes, Mly foul had parted with a less regret,
Tasting the odours of thy fragrant bólom. Bleft if furviving in your dear remembrance. Come rhen, to crown me with immortal joys, Hip. Your death ! my love ! my marriage! and Come, be the kind companion of my flight, to Phædra !
Come, hafte with me to leave this tatal thore. Hear me, Ilincna.
The bark before prepar'd for my departure I[m. No. I dare not hear you.
Expects its freight; an hundred lusty rowers But tho' you 've been thus cruelly unkind, Have wav'd their sinewy arms, and call HipTho' you have left me for the roval Phaedra,
politus; Yet still my soul o'er-runs with fondness tow'rds | The looten'd canvas trembles with the wind,
And the lea whitens with auspicious gales. Yet still I die with joy to farc Hippolitus. Ifm. Fly then, my lord, and may the gods Hip. Die to save ine! could I outlive Ilimena:
protect thee! ljm. Yes, you ’d outlive her in your Phædra's Fly, ere inhdious Lycon work thy ruin;
Fly, ere my fonducts talk thy life away; And may you there find ev'ry blcoming pleasure! Fly from the queen. O, may the gods show'r bletting on thy head! Flip. But not from my Isinena. May the gods crown thy glorious arms with con- Wh; do you force me from your heavenly fight, qucit,
With thosc dear arms that ought to clafp me to theed And all thy peaceful days with fure repose ! Ilm. (), I could rave for ever at my fate ! Mavst thou be bleft with lovely lhadra's charms, And, with alternate love and fcar poslefs d, And for thy cale forget the lost limena! Now force thee from my arms, now snatch thee Farewel, Hippolitus.
to my breait, Hip. Ismena, stay!
And tremili till you go, but die till you return. Stay, hear me li cak; or by th' infernal pow'rs Nay, I could Y c gods, if I fhill go, I'll not survive the minute you dipart.
What would tame say? if I should fly alone Ijm. What would you lay: ah, don't deceive With a young lovely prince that charm'd my foul? my weakness.
Hip. Say, you did weil to fly a certain ruin, Hip. Deceive thee! why, límena, do you wrong To ty the fuy ot a queen incens'd, me?
To crown with endlcis joys the youth that lor'd Why doubt my faith ? O lovely, cruel maid !
you. Wý wound ny tender foul with harfh fufpicion : 0! by the joys our mutual loves have brought, Ciy tlou charning eyes, by thy dear love, By the blest hours I've languilh'd at your feet, I neither thought nor ipoke, desigu'd nor pro- By all the love you ever borc Hippolitus, mis'd,
Come fly from hence, and make him ever happy. To love or wed the queen.
Imm. Hide me, ye Pow'rs! I never shall reliít. T. Speak on, my lord ;
Hlin. Will you refule me? can I leave behind me V tuneft foul ioclives me to believe thee; All that inspires my soul, and cheers my eyes? anu muh I fear, and much I hope, I've wrong a Will you not go? then liere I'll wait my dvorn. tiive. Come, raving Phadra; Lloody Lycon, cume!
he did not :
I offer to your rage this worthless life,
The fertile province of Cydonia 's thine: Since 'uis no longer my Ismena's care.
Is there aught else? las hippy Phædia aught Ilm. O, haste away, my lord ! I go, I sly In the wide circle of her far-itretch'd empire? Thro' all the dangers of the boilt'rous deep. Ark, take, my friend, secure of no repulie. When the wind wniatles throʻthe crackling masts, Let ipacious Crete thro’all her hundred citics When thro' the yawning ihip the foaming sea Refund her Phedia's joy. Let altars imoke, Rolls bubbling in; then, then I'll clasp thee fast, And richelt gums, and spice, and incense roll And in transporting love forget my fear. Their fragrant wreath to Heaven, to pitying 0, I will wander thro' the Scythian gloom,
Heaven, O'er ice, and hills of everlafing low; Which gives Hippolitus to Phædra's arms. There, when the horrid darknets fall inclose us, Set all at large, and bid the loathfoine dungeons W'hen the bleak wind Thail chill my thiv'ıing Give up the meagre llaves that pine in darkness limbs,
And watte in grief, as did despairing Phædra: Thou shalt alone supply the distant fun, Let them be cheer'd, let the farv'd prisoners riot, And cheer my gazing eyes, and warm my heart. And glow with gen'rous wine. -- Lit forrow
Hip. Come, let's away, and like another Jason cease; } 'll bear my beauteous conquest thro’the seas : Let none be wretched, none, fince Phædia's A greater treasure, and a nobler prize,
happy. Than he from Colchos bore. Sleep, tleep in peace, But now he comes, and with an equal paflion Ye monsters of the woods, on Ida's top
Rewards my fame, and springs into my aims ! Securely roam; no more my carly horn Shall wake the lazy day. Transporting love
Enter Meflinger. Reigns in my heart, and makes me all its own.
Say, where 's the prince ? So, when bright Venus yielded up her charms,
M. He's no ivhere to be found. The blest Adonis languith'd in her arms;
Phxd. Perhaps he hunts? His idle horn on fragrant myriles hung,
Mf. He hunted not to-day. His arrows scatter'd, and his bow unstrung:
Pbad. Ha! have you search'd the walks, the Obscure in coverts lie his dreaming hounds,
courts, the temples ? And bay the fancied boar with feeble sounds;
MPJ: Search'd all in vain. . For nobler sports he quits the favage fields,
Pbied. Did he not hunt to-day? And all the hero to the lover yicids. [Excunt.
my ACT III.
Ph.cit. Could he deceive me? could that godEnter Lycon anil Guarıls.
Design the ruin of a queen that loves? Lyc. HEAVEN is at last appeas 'd: the pitying o, he's all truth ; his words, his looks, his eyes, gods
Open to view his inmost thoughts. He comes, Have heard our wishes, and auspicious Jove
Ha! who art thou? whence coin'it thou: where's Smiles on his native ille ; for Phædra lives,
Drove tow'rd the port
Pbad. With fir Ilmena? And paint its finiling face with gaudy flow'rs. But lee, she comes, the beauteous Phaedra comes. Curst be her cruel beauty, curst her charms,
Curst all her foothing, fatal, falle endearments. * Enter Phadra and four Ladies.
That heavenly virgin, that exalted goodness,
Could see me tortur'd with despairing love, How her eyes sparkle! how their radiant beams With artful tears could mourn my monstrous Confels their ibining anceftor the fun!
fuff’rings, Your charms to-day will wound despairing While ber bale malice plotted my destruction. crowds,
Lyc. A thousand reafons crowd upon my foul And give the pains you suffer'd: nay, Hippo- That evidence their love. litus,
Pbaeil. Yes, yes, they love; The fierce, the brave, th' insensible Hippolitus, Why else should he refuse my profferid bed? Shald pay a willing homage to your beauty, Why thould one wari'd with youth, and thirst And in his turn adore.
giory, Pbad. 'Tis flattery all.
Dildain a foul, a form, a crown like mine? Yet when you name the prince, that fiattery's Lyc. Where, Lycon, where was ihonthy boasted pleasing;
cunning You with it so, poor good old man, you with it. Dull, thoughtleis wretch!
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