Three lives by her one hand! 'Tis all clear now.

ARTEMIS
Yea, three; thy father and his Queen and thou.

HIPPOLYTUS
My father; yea, he too is pitiable!

ARTEMIS
A plotting Goddess tripped him, and he fell.

HIPPOLYTUS
Father, where art thou? ... Oh, thou sufferest sore!

THESEUS
Even unto death, child. There is joy no more.

HIPPOLYTUS
I pity thee in this coil; aye, more than me.

THESEUS
Would I could lie there dead instead of thee!

HIPPOLYTUS
Oh, bitter bounty of Poseidon's love!

THESEUS
Would God my lips had never breathed thereof!

HIPPOLYTUS (_gently_)