Nay, leave me to my wrong. I wrong not thee.

NURSE (_suddenly throwing herself in supplication at PHAEDRA'S feet_)
Not wrong me, whom thou wouldst all desolate leave?

PHAEDRA (_rising and trying to move away_)
What wouldst thou? Force me? Clinging to my sleeve?

NURSE
Yea, to thy knees; and weep; and let not go!

PHAEDRA
Woe to thee, Woman, if thou learn it, woe!

NURSE
I know no bitterer woe than losing thee.

PHAEDRA
Yet the deed shall honour me.

NURSE
Why hide what honours thee? 'Tis all I claim!

PHAEDRA
Why, so I build up honour out of shame!

NURSE
Then speak, and higher still thy fame shall stand.

PHAEDRA