Nay, Child, I long
For one kind word, one look!
[PHAEDRA _lies motionless. The_ NURSE _rises._]
Oh, woe is me!
Women, we labour here all fruitlessly,
All as far off as ever from her heart!
She ever scorned me, and now hears no part
Of all my prayers! [_Turning to_ PHAEDRA _again._]
Nay, hear thou shalt, and be,
If so thou will, more wild than the wild sea;
But know, thou art thy little ones' betrayer!
If thou die now, shall child of thine be heir
To Theseus' castle? Nay, not thine, I ween,
But hers! That barbed Amazonian Queen
Hath left a child to bend thy children low,
A bastard royal-hearted--sayst not so?--
Hippolytus...

PHAEDRA
Ah!
[_She starts up, sitting, and throws the veil off_.]

NURSE
That stings thee?

PHAEDRA
Nurse, most sore
Thou hast hurt me! In God's name, speak that name no more.

NURSE