THESEUS
Aye, fly to voiceless witnesses! Yet here
A dumb deed speaks against thee, and speaks clear!

HIPPOLYTUS
Alas!
Would I could stand and watch this thing, and see
My face, and weep for very pity of me!

THESEUS
Full of thyself, as ever! Not a thought
For them that gave thee birth; nay, they are naught!

HIPPOLYTUS
O my wronged Mother! O my birth of shame!
May none I love e'er bear a bastard's name!

THESEUS (_in a sudden blaze of rage_)
Up, thralls, and drag him from my presence! What,
'Tis but a foreign felon! Heard ye not?
[_The thralls still hesitate in spite of his fury._]

HIPPOLYTUS
They touch me at their peril! Thine own hand
Lift, if thou canst, to drive me from the land.

THESEUS
That will I straight, unless my will be done!
[HIPPOLYTUS _comes close to him and kneels._]
Nay! Not for thee my pity! Get thee gone!