I laugh not, neither weep, at this fell doom.

HENCHMAN
How then? Behoves it bear him here, or how
Best do thy pleasure?--Speak, Lord. Yet if thou
Wilt mark at all my word, thou wilt not be
Fierce-hearted to thy child in misery.

THESEUS
Aye, bring him hither. Let me see the face
Of him who durst deny my deep disgrace
And his own sin; yea, speak with him, and prove
His clear guilt by God's judgments from above.
[_The_ HENCHMAN _departs to fetch_ HIPPOLYTUS; THESEUS _sits waiting in
stern gloom, while the_ CHORUS _sing. At the close of their song a
Divine Figure is seen approaching on a cloud in the air and the voice
of_ ARTEMIS _speaks_.]

CHORUS
Thou comest to bend the pride
Of the hearts of God and man,
Cypris; and by thy side,
In earth-encircling span,
He of the changing plumes,
The Wing that the world illumes,
As over the leagues of land flies he,
Over the salt and sounding sea.

For mad is the heart of Love,
And gold the gleam of his wing;