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Hippolytus/The Bacchae by Euripides
page 79 of 164 (48%)
Thy father. Thou wast born to bear this thing.
Farewell! I may not watch man's fleeting breath,
Nor strain mine eyes with the effluence of death.
And sure that Terror now is very near.
[_The cloud slowly rises and floats away_.]

HIPPOLYTUS
Farewell, farewell, most Blessed! Lift thee clear
Of soiling men! Thou wilt not grieve in heaven
For my long love! ...Father, thou art forgiven.
It was Her will. I am not wroth with thee...
I have obeyed Her all my days! ...
Ah me,
The dark is drawing down upon mine eyes;
It hath me! ... Father! ... Hold me! Help me rise!

THESEUS (_supporting him in his arms_)
Ah, woe! How dost thou torture me, my son!

HIPPOLYTUS
I see the Great Gates opening. I am gone.

THESEUS
Gone? And my hand red-reeking from this thing!

HIPPOLYTUS
Nay, nay; thou art assoiled of manslaying.

THESEUS
Thou leav'st me clear of murder? Sayst thou so?
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