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But thou, O son of old Aegeus, take thy son in thine arms, draw him close to thee, for unwittingly thou slewest him, and men may well commit an error when gods put it in their way.
And thee Hippolytus, I admonish; hate not thy sire, for in this death thou dost but meet thy destined fate.
1435
And now farewell! ’tis not for me to gaze upon the dead, or pollute my sight with death-scenes, and e’en now I see thee nigh that evil moment.
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[Exit Artemis.
But thou, O son of old Aegeus, take thy son in thine arms, draw him close to thee, for unwittingly thou slewest him, and men may well commit an error when gods put it in their way.
And thee Hippolytus, I admonish; hate not thy sire, for in this death thou dost but meet thy destined fate.
1435
And now farewell! ’tis not for me to gaze upon the dead, or pollute my sight with death-scenes, and e’en now I see thee nigh that evil moment.
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[Exit Artemis.
Hippolytus
Farewell, blest virgin queen! leave me now! How easily
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thou resignest our long friendship! I am reconciled with my father at thy desire, yea, for ever before I would obey thy bidding.
1440
Ah me! the darkness is settling even now upon my eyes.
Take me, father, in thy arms, lift me up.
1445
Farewell, blest virgin queen! leave me now! How easily
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thou resignest our long friendship! I am reconciled with my father at thy desire, yea, for ever before I would obey thy bidding.
1440
Ah me! the darkness is settling even now upon my eyes.
Take me, father, in thy arms, lift me up.
1445
Theseus
Woe is me, my son! what art thou doing to me thy hapless sire!
Woe is me, my son! what art thou doing to me thy hapless sire!
Hippolytus
I am a broken man; yes, I see the gates that close upon the dead.
I am a broken man; yes, I see the gates that close upon the dead.
Theseus
Canst leave me thus with murder on my soul!
Canst leave me thus with murder on my soul!
Hippolytus
No, no; I set thee free from this bloodguiltiness.
No, no; I set thee free from this bloodguiltiness.
Theseus
What sayest thou? dost absolve me from bloodshed?
1450
What sayest thou? dost absolve me from bloodshed?
1450
Hippolytus
Artemis, the archer-queen, is my witness that I do.
Artemis, the archer-queen, is my witness that I do.
Theseus
My own dear child, how generous dost thou show thyself to thy father!
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My own dear child, how generous dost thou show thyself to thy father!
Hippolytus
Pray to have children such as me bom in lawful wedlock.
1455
Pray to have children such as me bom in lawful wedlock.
1455
Theseus
O that holy, noble soul of thine!
O that holy, noble soul of thine!
Hippolytus
Farewell, dear father! a long farewell to thee!
Farewell, dear father! a long farewell to thee!
Theseus
O leave me not, my son; endure awhile.
O leave me not, my son; endure awhile.
Hippolytus
’Tis finished, my endurance; I die, father; quickly cover my face with a mantle.
’Tis finished, my endurance; I die, father; quickly cover my face with a mantle.
Theseus
O glorious Athens, realm of Pallas,
what a splendid hero ye have lost! Ah me, ah me! How oft shall I remember thy evil work, O Cypris!
1460
O glorious Athens, realm of Pallas,
what a splendid hero ye have lost! Ah me, ah me! How oft shall I remember thy evil work, O Cypris!
1460
Hippolytus. Euripides. Edward P. Coleridge (Translator). London. 1906.
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