From there my grief comes, not from yesterday.

NURSE
I come no nearer to thy parable.

PHAEDRA
Oh, would that thou could'st tell what I must tell!

NURSE
I am no seer in things I wot not of.

PHAEDRA (_again hesitating_)
What is it that they mean, who say men...love?

NURSE
A thing most sweet, my Child, yet dolorous.

PHAEDRA
Only the half, belike, hath fallen on us!

NURSE (_starting_)
On thee? Love?--Oh, what say'st thou? What man's son?

PHAEDRA
What man's? There was a Queen, an Amazon ...

NURSE
Hippolytus, say'st thou?

PHAEDRA (_again wrapping her face in the veil_)