The Goddess Artemis is with me here.

ARTEMIS
With thee and loving thee, poor sufferer!

HIPPOLYTUS
Dost see me, Mistress, nearing my last sleep?

ARTEMIS
Aye, and would weep for thee, if Gods could weep.

HIPPOLYTUS
Who now shall hunt with thee or hold thy quiver?

ARTEMIS
He dies but my love cleaves to him for ever.

HIPPOLYTUS
Who guide thy chariot, keep thy shrine-flowers fresh?

ARTEMIS
The accursed Cyprian caught him in her mesh!

HIPPOLYTUS
The Cyprian? Now I see it!--Aye, 'twas she.

ARTEMIS
She missed her worship, loathed thy chastity!

HIPPOLYTUS