Go, in God's name!--Nay, leave me; loose my hand!

NURSE
Never, until thou grant me what I pray.

PHAEDRA (_yielding, after a pause_)
So be it. I dare not tear that hand away.

NURSE (_rising and releasing PHAEDRA_)
Tell all thou wilt, Daughter. I speak no more.

PHAEDRA (_after a long pause_)
Mother, poor Mother, that didst love so sore!

NURSE
What mean'st thou, Child? The Wild Bull of the Tide?

PHAEDRA
And thou, sad sister, Dionysus' bride!

NURSE
Child! wouldst thou shame the house where thou wast born?

PHAEDRA
And I the third, sinking most all-forlorn!

NURSE (_to herself_)
I am all lost and feared. What will she say?

PHAEDRA