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Chorus
O aged dame, faithful nurse of Phaedra, our queen, we see her sorry plight; but what it is that ails her we cannot discern,
so fain would learn of thee and hear thy opinion.
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O aged dame, faithful nurse of Phaedra, our queen, we see her sorry plight; but what it is that ails her we cannot discern,
so fain would learn of thee and hear thy opinion.
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Nurse
I question her, but am no wiser, for she will not answer.
I question her, but am no wiser, for she will not answer.
Chorus
Nor tell what source these sorrows have?
Nor tell what source these sorrows have?
Nurse
The same answer thou must take, for she is dumb on every point.
The same answer thou must take, for she is dumb on every point.
Chorus
How weak and wasted is her body!
How weak and wasted is her body!
Nurse
What marvel? ’tis three days now since she has tasted food.
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What marvel? ’tis three days now since she has tasted food.
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Chorus
Is this infatuation, or an attempt to die?
Is this infatuation, or an attempt to die?
Nurse
’Tis death she courts; such fasting aims at ending life.
’Tis death she courts; such fasting aims at ending life.
Chorus
A strange story! is her husband satisfied?
A strange story! is her husband satisfied?
Nurse
She hides from him her sorrow, and vows she is not ill.
She hides from him her sorrow, and vows she is not ill.
Chorus
Can he not guess it from her face?
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Can he not guess it from her face?
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Nurse
He is not now in his own country.
He is not now in his own country.
Chorus
But dost not thou insist in thy endeavour to find out her complaint, her crazy mind?
But dost not thou insist in thy endeavour to find out her complaint, her crazy mind?
Nurse
I have tried every plan, and all in vain;
yet not even now will I relax my zeal, that thou too, if thou stayest, mayst witness my devotion to my unhappy mistress.
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Come, come, my darling child, let us forget, the twain of us, our former words; be thou more mild,
smoothing that sullen brow and changing the current of thy thought, and I, if in aught before I failed in humouring thee, will let that be and find some better course. If thou art sick with ills thou canst not name, there be women here to help to set thee right;
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but if thy trouble can to men’s ears be divulged, speak, that physicians may pronounce on it.
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Come, then, why so dumb? Thou shouldst not so remain, my child, but scold me if I speak amiss, or, if I give good counsel, yield assent.
One word, one look this way! Ah me! Friends, we waste our toil to no purpose; we are as far away as ever; she would not relent to my arguments then, nor is she yielding now.
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Well, grow more stubborn than the sea, yet be assured of this,
that if thou diest thou art a traitress to thy children, for they will ne’er inherit their father’s halls, nay, by that knightly queen the Amazon
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who bore a son to lord it over thine, a bastard born but not a bastard bred, whom well thou knowest,
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e’en Hippolytus.
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I have tried every plan, and all in vain;
yet not even now will I relax my zeal, that thou too, if thou stayest, mayst witness my devotion to my unhappy mistress.
285
Come, come, my darling child, let us forget, the twain of us, our former words; be thou more mild,
smoothing that sullen brow and changing the current of thy thought, and I, if in aught before I failed in humouring thee, will let that be and find some better course. If thou art sick with ills thou canst not name, there be women here to help to set thee right;
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but if thy trouble can to men’s ears be divulged, speak, that physicians may pronounce on it.
295
Come, then, why so dumb? Thou shouldst not so remain, my child, but scold me if I speak amiss, or, if I give good counsel, yield assent.
One word, one look this way! Ah me! Friends, we waste our toil to no purpose; we are as far away as ever; she would not relent to my arguments then, nor is she yielding now.
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Well, grow more stubborn than the sea, yet be assured of this,
that if thou diest thou art a traitress to thy children, for they will ne’er inherit their father’s halls, nay, by that knightly queen the Amazon
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who bore a son to lord it over thine, a bastard born but not a bastard bred, whom well thou knowest,
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e’en Hippolytus.
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Phaedra
Oh! oh!
Oh! oh!
Nurse
Ha! doth that touch the quick?
Ha! doth that touch the quick?
Phaedra
Thou hast undone me, nurse; I do adjure by the gods, mention that man no more.
Thou hast undone me, nurse; I do adjure by the gods, mention that man no more.
Hippolytus. Euripides. Edward P. Coleridge (Translator). London. 1906.
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