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PHAEDRA


Shame on thee! Lock those lips, and ne’er again           536   
Let word nor thought so foul have harbour there!      
    
NURSE


Foul, if thou wilt: but better than the fair      
For thee and me. And better, too, the deed      
Behind them, if it save thee in thy need,           540   
Than that word Honour thou wilt die to win!      
    
PHAEDRA


Nay, in God’s name,—such wisdom and such sin      
Are all about thy lips!—urge me no more.      
For all the soul within me is wrought o’er           544   
By Love; and if thou speak and speak, I may      
Be spent, and drift where now I shrink away.      
    
NURSE


Well, if thou wilt!—’Twere best never to err,      
But, having erred, to take a counsellor           548   
Is second.—Mark me now. I have within      
Love-philtres, to make peace where storm hath been,      
That, with no shame, no scathe of mind, shall save      
Thy life from anguish; wilt but thou be brave!  [To herself, reflecting.           552   
Ah, but from him, the well-beloved, some sign      
We need, or word, or raiment’s hem, to twine      
Amid the charm, and one spell knit from twain.      
    
PHAEDRA


Is it a potion or a salve? Be plain.           556   
    
NURSE


Who knows? Seek to be helped, Child, not to know.      
    
PHAEDRA


Why art thou ever subtle? I dread thee, so.      
    
NURSE


Thou wouldst dread everything!—What dost thou dread?      
    
PHAEDRA


Least to his ear some word be whispered.           560   
    
NURSE


Let be, Child! I will make all well with thee!      
—Only do thou, O Cyprian of the Sea,      
Be with me! And mine own heart, come what may,      
Shall know what ear to seek, what word to say!  [The NURSE, having spoken these last words in prayer apart to the Statue of CYPRIS, turns back and goes into the house. PHAEDRA sits pensive again on her couch till towards the end of the following Song, when she rises and bends close to the door.           564   
    
CHORUS


    Erôs, Erôs, who blindest, tear by tear,      
      Men’s eyes with hunger; thou swift Foe, that pliest      
    Deep in our hearts joy like an edgèd spear;      
    Come not to me with Evil haunting near,           568   
    Wrath on the wind, nor jarring of the clear      
      Wing’s music as thou fliest!      
    There is no shaft that burneth, not in fire,      
    Not in wild stars, far off and flinging fear,           572   
    As in thine hands the shaft of All Desire,      
      Erôs, Child of the Highest      
    
    In vain, in vain, by old Alpheüs’ shore      
      The blood of many bulls doth stain the river,           576   
    And all Greece bows on Phœbus’ Pythian floor;      
    Yet bring we to the Master of Man no store,      
    The Keybearer, who standeth at the door      
        Close-barred, where hideth ever           580   
    The heart of the shrine. Yea, though he sack man’s life      
      Like a sacked city, and moveth evermore      
    Girt with calamity and strange ways of strife,      
        Him have we worshipped never!           584   
——————

    There roamed a Steed in Oechalia’s wild,      
      A Maid without yoke, without Master,      
    And Love she knew not, that far King’s child;      
    But he came, he came, with a song in the night,           588   
    With fire, with blood; and she strove in flight,      
    A Torrent Spirit, a Maenad white,      
      Faster and vainly faster,      
Sealed unto Heracles by the Cyprian’s Might.           592   
      Alas, thou Bride of Disaster!      
    
    O Mouth of Dirce, O god-built wall,      
      That Dirce’s wells run under,      
    Ye know the Cyprian’s fleet footfall!           596   
    Ye saw the heavens around her flare,      
    When she lulled to her sleep that Mother fair      
    Of Twy-born Bacchus, and decked her there      
      The Bride of the bladed Thunder.           600   
For her breath is on all that hath life, and she floats in the air,      
      Bee-like, death-like, a wonder.  [During the last lines PHAEDRA has approached the door and is listening.      
    
PHAEDRA


Silence ye Women! Something is amiss.      
    
LEADER


How? In the house?—Phædra, what fear is this?           604   
    
PHAEDRA


Let me but listen! There are voices. Hark!      
    
LEADER


I hold my peace: yet is thy presage dark.      
    
PHAEDRA


        Oh, misery!      
O God, that such a thing should fall on me!           608   
    
LEADER


        What sound, what word,      
O Women, Friend, makes that sharp terror start      
Out at thy lips? What ominous cry half-heard      
          Hath leapt upon thine heart?           612   
    
PHAEDRA


I am undone!—Bend to the door and hark,      
  Hark what a tone sounds there, and sinks away!      
    
LEADER


Thou art beside the bars. ’Tis thine to mark      
  The castle’s floating message. Say, Oh, say           616   
    What thing hath come to thee?      
    
PHAEDRA (calmly)


    Why, what thing should it be?      
The son of that proud Amazon speaks again      
In bitter wrath: speaks to my handmaiden!           620   
    
LEADER


I hear a noise of voices, nothing clear.      
  For thee the din bath words. as through barred locks      
    Floating, at thy heart it knocks.      
    
PHAEDRA


“Pander of Sin” it says.—Now canst thou hear?—           624   
  And there: “Betrayer of a master’s bed.”      
    
LEADER


      Ah me, betrayed! Betrayed!      
  Sweet Princess, thou art ill bested,      
Thy secret brought to light, and ruin near,           628   
      By her thou heldest dear,      
By her that should have loved thee and obeyed!      
    
PHAEDRA


Aye, I am slain. She thought to help my fall      
With love instead of honour, and wrecked all.           632   
    
LEADER


      Where wilt thou turn thee, where?      
And what help seek, O wounded to despair?      
    
PHAEDRA


I know not, save one thing to die right soon.      
For such as me God keeps no other boon.           636   

The door in the centre bursts open, and HIPPOLYTUS comes forth, closely followed by the NURSE. PHAEDRA cowers aside.
    
HIPPOLYTUS


O Mother Earth, O Sun that makest clean,      
What poison have I heard, what speechless sin!      
    
NURSE


Hush, O my Prince, lest others mark, and guess…           640   
    
HIPPOLYTUS


I have heard horrors! Shall I hold my peace?      
    
NURSE


Yea, by this fair right arm, Son, by thy pledge…      
    
HIPPOLYTUS


Down with that hand! Touch not my garment’s edge!      
    
NURSE


Oh, by thy knees, be silent or I die!           644   
    
HIPPOLYTUS


Why, when thy speech was all so guiltless? Why?      
    
NURSE


It is not meet, fair Son, for every ear!      
    
HIPPOLYTUS


Good words can bravely forth, and have no fear.      
    
NURSE


Thine oath, thine oath! I took thine oath before!           648   
    
HIPPOLYTUS


’Twas but my tongue, ’twas not my soul that swore.      
    
NURSE


O Son, what wilt thou? Wilt thou slay thy kin?      
    
HIPPOLYTUS


I own no kindred with the spawn of sin!  [He flings her from him.      
    
NURSE


Nay, spare me! Man was born to err; oh, spare!           652   
    
HIPPOLYTUS


O God, why hast Thou made this gleaming snare,      
Woman, to dog us on the happy earth?      
Was it Thy will to make Man, why his birth      
Through Love and Woman? Could we not have rolled           656   
Our store of prayer and offering, royal gold,      
Silver and weight of bronze before Thy feet,      
And bought of God new child souls, as were meet      
For each man’s sacrifice, and dwelt in homes           660   
Free, where nor Love nor Woman goes and comes?      
  How, is that daughter not a bane confessed,      
Whom her own sire sends forth—(He knows her best!)—      
And, will some man but take her, pays a dower!           664   
And he, poor fool, takes home the poison-flower;      
Laughs to hang jewels on the deadly thing      
He joys in; labours for her robe-wearing,      
Till wealth and peace are dead. He smarts the less           668   
In whose high seat is set a Nothingness,      
A woman naught availing Worst of all      
The wise deep-thoughted! Never in my hall      
May she sit throned who thinks and waits and sighs!           672   
For Cypris breeds most evil in the wise,      
And least in her whose heart has naught within;      
For puny wit can work but puny sin.      
  Why do we let their handmaids pass the gate?           676   
Wild beasts were best, voiceless and fanged, to wait      
About their rooms, that they might speak with none,      
Nor ever hear one answering human tone!      
But now dark women in still chambers lay           680   
Plans that creep out into light of day      
On handmaids’ lips—  [Turning to the NURSE.      
                    As thine accursèd head      
Braved the high honour of my Father’s bed,           684   
And came to traffic…. Our white torrent’s spray      
Shall drench mine ears to wash those words away!      
And couldst thou dream that I…? I feel impure      
Still at the very hearing! Know for sure,           688   
Woman, naught but mine honour saves ye both.      
Hadst thou not trapped me with that guileful oath,      
No power had held me secret till the King      
Knew all! But now, while he is journeying,           692   
I too will go my ways and make no sound.      
And when he comes again, I shall be found      
Beside him, silent, watching with what grace      
Thou and thy mistress shall greet him face to face!           696   
Then shall I have the taste of it, and know      
What woman’s guile is.—Woe upon you, woe!      
How can I too much hate you, while the ill      
Ye work upon the world grows deadlier still?           700   
Too much? Make woman pure, and wild Love tame,      
Or let me cry for ever on their shame!  [He goes off in fury to the left. PHAEDRA still cowering in her place begins to sob.
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PHAEDRA


    Sad, sad and evil-starred      
        Is Woman’s state.           704   
    What shelter now is left or guard?      
What spell to loose the iron knot of fate?      
    And this thing, O my God,      
O thou sweet Sunlight, is but my desert!           708   
I cannot fly before the avenging rod      
    Falls, cannot hide my hurt.      
What help, O ye who love me, can come near,      
    What god or man appear,           712   
To aid a thing so evil and so lost?      
Lost, for this anguish presses, soon or late,      
To that swift river that no life hath cross.      
No woman ever lived so desolate!           716   
    
LEADER OF THE CHORUS


Ah me, the time for deeds is gone; the boast      
Proved vain that spake thine handmaid; and all lost!  [At these words PHAEDRA suddenly remembers the NURSE, who is cowering silently where HIPPOLYTUS had thrown her from him. She turns upon her.      
    
PHAEDRA


O wicked, wicked, wicked! Murderess heart      
To them that loved thee! Hast thou played thy part?           720   
Am I enough trod down?      
                        May Zeus, my sire,      
Blast and uproot thee Stab thee dead with fire!      
Said I not—Knew I not thine heart?—to name           724   
To no one soul this that is now my shame?      
And thou couldst not be silent! So no more      
I die in honour. But enough; a store      
Of new words must be spoke and new things thought,           728   
This man’s whole being to one blade is wrought      
Of rage against me. Even now he speeds      
To abase me to the King with thy misdeeds;      
Tell Pittheus; fill the land with talk of sin!           732   
  Cursèd be thou, and whoso else leaps in      
To bring bad aid to friends that want it not.  [The NURSE has raised herself, and faces PHAEDRA, downcast but calm.      
    
NURSE


Mistress, thou blamest me; and all thy lot      
So bitter sore is, and the sting so wild,           736   
I bear with all. Yet, if I would, my Child,      
I have mine answer, couldst thou hearken aught.      
  I nursed thee, and I love thee; and I sought      
Only some balm to heal thy deep despair,           740   
And found—not what I sought for. Else I were      
Wise, and thy friend, and good, had all sped right.      
So fares it with us all in the world’s sight.      
    
PHAEDRA


First stab me to the heart, then humour me           744   
With words! ’Tis fair; ’tis all as it should be!      
    
NURSE


We talk too long, Child. I did ill; but, oh,      
There is a way to save thee, even so!      
    
PHAEDRA


A way? No more ways! One way hast thou trod           748   
Already, foul and false and loathed of god!      
Begone out of my sight; and ponder how      
Thine own life stands! I need no helpers now.  [She turns from the NURSE, who creeps abashed away into the Castle.      
Only do ye, high Daughters of Trozên,           752   
Let all ye hear be as it had not been;      
Know naught, and speak of naught! ’Tis my last prayer.      
    
LEADER


By God’s pure daughter, Artemis, I swear,      
No word will I of these thy griefs reveal!           756   
    
PHAEDRA


’Tis well. But now, yea, even while I reel      
And falter, one poor hope, as hope now is,      
I clutch at in this coil of miseries;      
To save some honour for my children’s sake;           760   
Yea, for myself some fragment, though things break      
In ruin around me. Nay, I will not shame      
The old proud Cretan Castle whence I came,      
I will not cower before King Theseus’ eyes,           764   
Abased, for want of one life’s sacrifice!      
    
LEADER


What wilt thou? Some dire deed beyond recall?      
    
PHAEDRA (musing)


Die; but how die?      
    
LEADER


Let not such wild words fall!           768   
    
PHAEDRA (turning upon her)


Give thou not such light counsel! Let me be      
To sate the Cyprian that is murdering me!      
To-day shall be her day; and, all strife past,      
Her bitter Love shall quell me at the last.           772   
  Yet, dying, shall I die another’s bane!      
He shall not stand so proud where I have lain      
Bent in the dust! Oh, he shall stoop to share      
The life I live in, and learn mercy there!  [She goes off wildly into the Castle.           776   
    
CHORUS


Could I take me to some cavern for mine hiding,      
  In the hill-tops where the Sun scarce hath trod;      
Or a cloud make the home of mine abiding,      
  As a bird among the bird-droves of God!           780   
    Could I wing me to my rest amid the roar      
    Of the deep Adriatic on the shore,      
Where the waters of Eridanus are clear,      
  And Phaëthon’s sad sisters by his grave           784   
Weep into the river, and each tear      
  Gleams, a drop of amber, in the wave.      
    
To the strand of the Daughters of the Sunset,      
  The Apple-tree, the singing and the gold;           788   
Where the mariner must stay him from his onset,      
  And the red wave is tranquil as of old;      
    Yea, beyond that Pillar of the End      
    That Atlas guardeth, would I wend;           792   
Where a voice of living waters never ceaseth      
  In God’s quiet garden by the sea,      
And Earth, the ancient life-giver, increaseth      
  Joy among the meadows, like a tree.           796   
——————

O shallop of Crete, whose milk-white wing      
Through the swell and the storm-beating,      
  Bore us thy Prince’s daughter,      
 
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Was it well she came from a joyous home           800   
To a far King’s bridal across the foam?      
  What joy hath her bridal brought her?      
Sure some spell upon either hand      
Flew with thee from the Cretan strand,           804   
Seeking Athena’s tower divine;      
And there, where Munychus fronts the brine,      
Crept by the shore-flung cables’ line,      
  The curse from the Cretan water!           808   
    
And, for that dark spell that about her clings,      
Sick desires of forbidden things      
  The soul of her rend and sever;      
The bitter tide of calamity           812   
Hath risen above her lips; and she,      
  Where bends she her last endeavour?      
She will hie her alone to her bridal room,      
And a rope swing slow in the rafters’ gloom;           816   
And a fair white neck shall creep to the noose,      
A-shudder with dread, yet firm to choose      
The one strait way for fame, and lose      
  The Love and the pain for ever.  [The Voice of the NURSE is heard from within, crying, at first inarticulately, then clearly.           820   
    
VOICE


Help ho! The Queen! Help, whoso hearkeneth!      
Help! Theseus’ spouse caught in a noose of death!      
    
A WOMAN


God, is it so soon finished? That bright head      
Swinging beneath the rafters! Phædra dead!           824   
    
VOICE


O haste! This knot about her throat is made      
So fast! Will no one bring me a swift blade?      
    
A WOMAN


Say, friends, what think ye? Should we haste within,      
And from her own hand’s knotting loose the Queen?           828   
    
ANOTHER


Nay, are there not men there? ’Tis an ill road      
In life, to finger at another’s load.      
    
VOICE


Let it lie straight! Alas! the cold white thing      
That guards his empty caste for the King!           832   
    
A WOMAN


Ah! “Let it lie straight!” Heard ye what she said?      
No need for helpers now; the Queen is dead!  [The Women, intent upon the voices from the Castle, have not noticed the approach of THESEUS. He enters from the left; his dress and the garland on his head show that he has returned from some oracle or special abode of a God. He stands for a moment perplexed.      
    
THESEUS


Ho, Women, and what means this loud acclaim      
Within the house? The vassals’ outcry came           836   
To smite mine ears far off. It were more meet      
To fling out wide the Castle gates, and greet      
With a joy held from God’s Presence!  [The confusion and horror of the Women’s faces gradually affects him. A dirge-cry comes from the Castle.      
                                      How?           840   
Not Pittheus? Hath Time struck that hoary brow?      
Old is he, old, I know. But sore it were,      
Returning thus, to find his empty chair!  [The Women hesitate; then the Leader comes forward.      
    
LEADER


O Theseus, not on any old man’s head           844   
This stroke falls. Young and tender is the dead.      
    
THESEUS


Ye Gods! One of my children torn from me?      
    
LEADER


Thy motherless children live, most grievously      
    
THESEUS


How sayst thou? What? My wife?…           848   
Say how she died.      
    
LEADER


In a high death-knot that her own hands tied.      
    
THESEUS


A fit of the old cold auguish—Tell me all—      
That held her? Or did some fresh thing befall?           852   
    
LEADER


We know no more. But now arrived we be,      
Theseus, to mourn for thy calamity.  [THESEUS stays for a moment silent, and puts his hand on his brow. He notices the wreath.      
    
THESEUS


What? And all garlanded I come to her      
With flowers, most evil-starred God’s-messenger!           856   
  Ho, varlets, loose the porral bars; undo      
The bolts; and let me see the bitter view      
Of her whose death bath brought me to mine own.  [The great central door of the Castle is thrown open wide, and the body of PHAEDRA is seen lying on a bier, surrounded by a group of Handmaids, wailing.      
    
THE HANDMAIDS


Ah me, what thou hast suffered and hast done:           860   
  A deed to wrap this roof in flame!      
Why was thine hand so strong, thine heart so bold?      
Wherefore, O dead in anger, dead in shame,      
The long, long wrestling ere thy breath was cold?           864   
        O ill-starred Wife,      
What brought this blackness over all thy life?  [A throng of Men and Women has gradually collected.      
    
THESEUS


        Ah me, this is the last      
—Hear, O my countrymen!—and bitterest           868   
Of Theseus’ labours! Fortune all unblest,      
How hath thine heavy heel across me passed!      
Is it the stain of sins done long ago,      
        Some fell God still remembereth,           872   
That must so dim and fret my life with death?      
I cannot win to shore; and the waves flow      
Above mine eyes, to be surmounted not.      
        Ah wife, sweet wife, what name           876   
        Can fit thine heavy lot?      
Gone like a wild bird, like a blowing flame,      
In one swift gust, where all things are forgot!      
        Alas! this misery!           880   
Sure ’tis some stroke of God’s great anger rolled      
        From age to age on me,      
For some dire sin wrought by dim kings of old.      
    
LEADER


Sire, this great grief bath come to many an one,           884   
A true wife lost. Thou art not all alone.      
    
THESEUS


        Deep, deep beneath the Earth,      
        Dark may my dwelling be,      
And night my heart’s one comrade, in the dearth,           888   
O Love, of thy most sweet society.      
This is my death, O Phædra, more than thine.  [He turns suddenly on the Attendants.      
Speak who speak can! What was it? What malign      
Swift stroke, O heart discounselled, leapt on thee?  [He bends over PHAEDRA; then, as no one speaks, looks fiercely up.           892   
What, will ye speak? Or are they dumb as death,      
This herd of thralls, my high house harboureth?  [There is no answer. He bends again over PHAEDRA.      
Ah me, why shouldst thou die?      
A wide and royal grief I here behold,           896   
Not to be borne in peace, not to be told.      
        As a lost man am I.      
My children motherless and my house undone,      
        Since thou art vanished quite,           900   
Purest of hearts that e’er the wandering Sun      
Touched, or the star-eyed splendour of the Night.  [He throws himself beside the body.      
    
CHORUS


Unhappy one, O most unhappy one;      
  With what strange evil is this Castle vexed!           904   
Mine eyes are molten with the tears that run      
  For thee and thine; but what thing follows next?      
        I tremble when I think thereon![They have noticed that there is a tablet with writing fastened to the dead woman’s wrist. THESEUS also sees it.      
    
THESEUS


Ha, what is this that hangs from her dear hand?           908   
A tablet! It would make me understand      
Some dying wish, some charge about her bed      
And children. ’Twas the last prayer, ere her head      
Was bowed for ever.  [Taking the tablet.           912   
                    Fear not, my lost bride,      
No woman born shall lie at Theseus’ side,      
Nor rule in Theseus’ house!      
                            A seal! Ah, see           916   
How her gold signet here looks up at me,      
Trustfully. Let me tear this thread away,      
And read what tale the tablet seeks to say.  [He proceeds to undo and read the tablet. The Chorus breaks into horrified groups.
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SOME WOMEN


        Woe, woe! God brings to birth           920   
A new grief here, close on the other’s tread!      
        My life bath lost its worth.      
May all go now with what is finishèd!      
The castle of my King is overthrown,           924   
A house no more, a house vanished and gone!      
    
OTHER WOMEN


O God, if it may be in any way,      
Let not this house he wrecked! Help us who pray!      
I know not what is here: some unseen thing           928   
That shows the Bird of Evil on the wing.  [THESEUS has read the tablet and breaks out in uncontrollable emotion.      
    
THESEUS


Oh, horror piled on horror!—Here is writ…      
Nay, who could hear it, who could speak of it?      
    
LEADER


What, O my King? If I may hear it, speak!           932   
    
THESEUS


Doth not the tablet cry aloud, yea, shriek,      
Things not to he forgotten?—Oh, to fly      
And hide mine head! No more a man am I.      
    God what ghastly music echoes here!           936   
    
LEADER


How wild thy voice! Some terrible thing is near.      
    
THESEUS


No; my lips’ gates will hold it back no more:      
        This deadly word,      
That struggles on the brink and will not o’er,           940   
        Yet will not stay unheard.  [He raises his hand, to make proclamation to all present.      
        Ho, hearken all this land!  [The people gather expectantly about him.      
Hippolytus by violence bath laid hand      
On this my wife, forgetting God’s great eye.  [Murmurs of amazement and horror; THESEUS, apparently calm, raises both arms to heaven.           944   
Therefore, O Thou my Father, hear my cry,      
Poseidon! Thou didst grant me for mine own      
Three prayers; for one of these, slay now my son,      
Hippolytus; let him not outlive this day,           948   
If true thy promise was! Lo, thus I pray.      
    
LEADER


Oh, call that wild prayer back! O King, take heed!      
I know that thou wilt live to rue this deed.      
    
THESEUS


It may not be.—And more, I cast him out           952   
From all my realms. He shall be held about      
By two great dooms. Or by Poseidon’s breath      
He shall fall swiftly to the house of Death;      
Or wandering, outcast, o’er strange land and sea,           956   
Shall live and drain the cup of misery.      
    
LEADER


Ah, see! here comes he at the point of need.      
Shake off that evil mood, O King; have heed      
For all thine house and folk.—Great Theseus, hear!  [THESEUS stands silent in fierce gloom. HIPPOLYTUS comes in from the right.           960   
    
HIPPOLYTUS


Father, I heard thy cry, and sped in fear      
To help thee.—But I see not yet the cause      
That racked thee so.—Say, Father, what it was.  [The murmurs in the crowd, the silent gloom of his Father, and the horror of the Chorus-women gradually work on HIPPOLYTUS and bewilder him. He catches sight of the bier.      
Ah, what is that! Nay, Father, not the Queen           964   
Dead!  [Murmurs in the crowd.      
    ’Tis most strange. ’Tis passing strange, I ween.      
’Twas here I left her. Scarce an hour hath run      
Since here she stood and looked on this same sun.           968   
What is it with her? Wherefore did she die?  [THESEUS remains silent. The murmurs increase.      
Father, to thee I speak. Oh, tell me, why,      
Why art thou silent? What doth silence know      
Of skill to stem the bitter flood of woe?           972   
And human hearts in sorrow crave the more,      
For knowledge, though the knowledge grieve them sore      
It is not love, to veil thy sorrows in      
From one most near to thee, and more than kin.           976   
    
THESEUS (to himself)


Fond race of men, so striving and so blind,      
Ten thousand arts and wisdoms can ye find,      
Desiring all and all imagining:      
But ne’er have reached nor understood one thing,           980   
To make a true heart there where no heart is!      
    
HIPPOLYTUS


That were indeed beyond man’s mysteries,      
To make a false heart true against his will.      
But why this subtle talk? It likes me ill,           984   
Father; thy speech runs wild beneath this blow.      
    
THESEUS (as before)


O would that God had given us here below      
Some test of love, some sifting of the soul,      
To tell the false and true! Or through the whole           988   
Of men two voices ran, one true and right,      
The other as chance willed it; that we might      
Convict the liar by the true man’s tone,      
And not live duped forever, every one!           992   
    
HIPPOLYTUS (misunderstanding him; then guessing at something of the truth)      
What? Hath some friend proved false?      
                                      Or in thine ear      
Whispered some slander? Stand I tainted here,           996   
Though utterly innocent?  [Murmurs from the crowd.      
                        Yea, dazed am I;      
’Tis thy words daze me, falling all awry,      
Away from reason, by fell fancies vexed!           1000   
    
THESEUS


O heart of man, what height wilt venture next?      
What end comes. to thy daring and thy crime?      
For if with each man’s life ’twill higher climb,      
And every age break out in blood and lies           1004   
Beyond its fathers, must not God devise      
Some new world far from ours, to hold therein      
Such brood of all unfaithfulness and sin?      
  Look, all, upon this man, my son, his life           1008   
Sprung forth from mine! He hath defiled my wife;      
And standeth here convicted by the dead,      
A most black villain!  [HIPPOLYTUS falls back with a cry and covers his face with his robe.      
                      Nay, hide not thine head!           1012   
Pollution, is it? Thee it will not stain.      
Look up, and face thy Father’s eyes again!      
Thou friend of Gods, of all mankind elect;      
Thou the pure heart, by thoughts of ill unflecked!           1016   
I care not for thy boasts. I am not mad,      
To deem that Gods love best the base and bad,      
  Now is thy day! Now vaunt thee; thou so pure,      
No flesh of life may pass thy lips! Now lure           1020   
Fools after thee; call Orpheus King and Lord;      
Make ecstasies and wonders Thumb thine hoard      
Of ancient scrolls and ghostly mysteries—      
Now thou art caught and known!           1024   
                                Shun men like these,      
I charge ye all! With solemn words they chase      
Their prey, and in their hearts plot foul disgrace.      
  My wife is dead.—“Ha, so that saves thee now,”           1028   
That is what grips thee worst, thou caitiff, thou!      
What oaths, what subtle words, shall stronger be      
Than this dead hand, to clear the guilt from thee?      
  “She hated thee,” thou sayest; “the bastard born           1032   
Is ever sore and bitter as a thorn      
To the true brood.”—A sorry bargainer      
In the ills and goods of life thou makest her,      
If all her best-beloved she cast away           1036   
To wreck blind hate on thee!—What, wilt thou say,      
“Through every woman’s nature one blind strand      
Of passion winds, that men scarce understand?”—      
Are we so different? Know I not the fire           1040   
And perilous flood of a young man’s desire,      
Desperate as any woman, and as blind,      
When Cypris stings? Save that the man behind      
Has all men’s strength to aid him. Nay, ’twas thou…           1044
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  But what avail to wrangle with thee now,      
When the dead speaks for all to understand,      
A perfect witness!      
                    Hie thee from this land           1048   
To exile with all speed. Come never more      
To god-built Athens, not to the utmost shore      
Of any realm where Theseus’ arm is strong!      
What? Shall I bow my head beneath this wrong,           1052   
And cower to thee? Not Isthmian Sinis so      
Will bear men witness that I laid him low,      
Nor Skiron’s rocks, that share the salt sea’s prey,      
Grant that my hand bath weight vile things to slay!           1056   
    
LEADER


Alas! whom shall I call of mortal men      
Happy? The highest are cast down again.      
    
HIPPOLYTUS


Father, the hot strained fury of thy heart      
Is terrible. Yet, albeit so swift thou art           1060   
Of speech, if all this matter were laid bare,      
Speech were not then so swift; nay, nor so fair….  [Murmurs again in the crowd.      
I have no skill before a crowd to tell      
My thoughts. ’Twere best with few, that know me well.—           1064   
Nay, that is natural; tongues that sound but rude      
In wise men’s ears, speak to the multitude      
With music.      
            None the less, since there is come           1068   
This stroke upon me, I must not be dumb,      
But speak perforce…. And there will I begin      
Where thou beganst, as though to strip my sin      
Naked, and I not speak a word!           1072   
                                Dost see      
This sunlight and this earth? I swear to thee      
There dwelleth not in these one man—deny      
All that thou wilt!—more pure of sin than I.           1076   
  Two things I know on earth: God’s worship first;      
Next to win friends about me, few, that thirst      
To hold them clean of all unrighteousness.      
Our rule doth curse the tempters, and no less           1080   
Who yieldeth to the tempters.—How, thou say’st,      
“Dupes that I jest at?” Nay; I make a jest      
Of no man. I am honest to the end,      
Near or far off, with him I call my friend.           1084   
And most in that one thing, where now thy mesh      
Would grip me, stainless quite! No woman’s flesh      
Hath e’er this body touched. Of all such deed      
Naught wot I, save what things a man may read           1088   
In pictures or hear spoke; nor am I fain,      
Being virgin-souled, to read or hear again.      
  My life of innocence moves thee not; so be it.      
Show then what hath seduced me; let me see it.           1092   
Was that poor flesh so passing fair, beyond      
All woman’s loveliness?      
                        Was I some fond      
False plotter, that I schemed to win through her           1096   
Thy castle’s heirdom? Fond indeed I were!      
Nay, a stark madman! “But a crown,” thou sayest,      
“Usurped, is sweet.” Nay, rather most unblest      
To all wise-hearted; sweet to fools and them           1000   
Whose eyes are blinded by the diadem.      
In contests of all valour fain would I      
Lead Hellas; but in rank and majesty      
Not lead, but be at ease, with good men near           1104   
To love me, free to work and not to fear.      
That brings more joy than any crown or throne.  [He sees from the demeanor of THESEUS and of the crowd that his words are not winning them, but rather making them bitterer than before. It comes to his lips to speak the whole truth.      
I have said my say; save one thing. one alone.      
O had I here some witness in my need,           1108   
As I was witness! Could she hear me plead,      
Face me and face the sunlight; well I know,      
Our deeds would search us out for thee, and show      
Who lies!           1112   
          But now, I swear—so hear me both,      
The Earth beneath and Zeus who Guards the Oath—      
I never touched this woman that was thine!      
No words could win me to it, nor incline           1116   
My heart to dream it. May God strike me down,      
Nameless and fameless, without home or town,      
An outcast and a wanderer of the world;      
May my dead bones rest never, but be hurled           1120   
From sea to land, from land to angry sea,      
If evil is my heart and false to thee!  [He waits a moment; but sees that his Father is unmoved. The truth again comes to his lips.      
If ’twas some fear that made her cast away      
Her life … I know not. More I must not say.           1124   
Right hath she done when in her was no right;      
And Right I follow to mine own despite!      
    
LEADER


It is enough! God’s name is witness large,      
And thy great oath, to assoil thee of this charge.           1128   
    
THESEUS


Is not the man a juggler and a mage,      
Cool wits and one right oath—what more?—to assuage      
Sin and the wrath of injured fatherhood!      
    
HIPPOLYTUS


Am I so cool? Nay, Father, ’tis thy mood           1132   
That makes me marvel! By my faith, wert thou      
The son, and I the sire; and deemed I now      
In very truth thou hadst my wife assailed,      
I had not exiled thee, nor stood and railed,           1136   
But lifted once mine arm, and struck thee dead!      
    
THESEUS


Thou gentle judge! Thou shalt not so be sped      
To simple death, nor by thine own decree.      
Swift death is bliss to men in misery.           1140   
Far off, friendless forever, thou shalt drain      
Amid strange cities the last dregs of pain!      
    
HIPPOLYTUS


Wilt verily cast me now beyond thy pale,      
Not wait for Time, the lifter of the veil?           1144   
    
THESEUS


Aye, if I could past Pontus, and the red      
Atlantic marge! So do I hate thine head.      
    
HIPPOLYTUS


Wilt weigh nor oath nor faith nor prophet’s word      
To prove me? Drive me from thy sight unheard?           1148   
    
THESEUS


This tablet here, that needs no prophet’s lot      
To speak from, tells me all. I ponder not      
Thy fowls that fly above us! Let them fly.      
    
HIPPOLYTUS


O ye great Gods, wherefore unlock not I           1152   
My lips, ere yet ye have slain me utterly,      
Ye whom I love most? No. It may not be!      
The one heart that I need I ne’er should gain      
To trust me. I should break mine oath in vain.           1156   
    
THESEUS


Death! but he chokes me with his saintly tone!—      
Up, get thee from this land! Begone! Begone!      
    
HIPPOLYTUS


Where shall I turn me? Think. To what friend’s door      
Betake me, banished on a charge so sore?           1160   
    
THESEUS


Whoso delights to welcome to his hall      
Vile ravishers … to guard his hearth withal!      
    
HIPPOLYTUS


Thou seekst my heart, my tears? Aye, let it be      
Thus! I am vile to all men, and to thee!           1164   
    
THESEUS


There was a time for tears and thought; the time      
Ere thou didst up and gird thee to thy crime.      
    
HIPPOLYTUS


Ye stones, will ye not speak? Ye castle walls!      
Bear witness if I be so vile, so false!           1168   
    
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           1172   
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!           1176   
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           1180   
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!  [HIPPOLYTUS rises, makes a sign of submission, and slowly moves away. THESEUS, as soon as he sees him going, turns rapidly and enters the Castle. The door is closed again. HIPPOLYTUS has stopped for a moment before the Statue of ARTEMIS, and, as THESEUS departs, breaks out in prayer.      
    
HIPPOLYTUS


So; it is done! O dark and miserable!           1184   
I see it all, but see not how to tell      
The tale.—O thou belovèd, Leto’s Maid,      
Chase-comrade, fellow-rester in the glade,      
Lo, I am driven with a caitiff’s brand           1188   
Forth from great Athens! Fare ye well, O land      
And city of old Erechtheus! Thou, Trozên,      
What riches of glad youth mine eyes have seen      
In thy broad plain! Farewell! This is the end;           1192   
The last word, the last look!      
                              Come, every friend      
And fellow of my youth that still may stay,      
Give me god-speed and cheer me on my way.           1196   
Ne’er shall ye see a man more pure of spot      
Than me, though mine own Father loves me not!  [HIPPOLYTUS goes away to the right, followed by many Huntsmen and other young men. The rest of the crowd has by this time dispersed, except the Women of the Chorus and some Men of the Chorus of Huntsmen.      
    
CHORUS


Men


Surely the thought of the Gods hath balm in it alway, to win me
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 Far from my griefs; and a thought, deep in the dark of my mind,           1200   
Clings to a great Understanding. Yet all the spirit within me      
Faints, when I watch men’s deeds matched with the guerdon they find.      
            For Good comes in Evil’s traces,      
            And the Evil the Good replaces;           1204   
            And Life, ’mid the changing faces,      
              Wandereth weak and blind.      
    
Women


What wilt thou grant me, O God? Lo, this is the prayer of my travail—      
  Some well-being; and chance not very bitter thereby;           1208   
A Spirit uncrippled by pain; and a mind not deep to unravel      
  Truth unseen, nor yet dark with the brand of a lie.      
            With a veering mood to borrow      
            Its light from every morrow,           1212   
            Fair friends and no deep sorrow,      
              Well could man live and die!      
    
Men


  Yet my spirit is no more clean,      
    And the weft of my hope is torn,           1216   
For the deed of wrong that mine eyes have seen,      
    The lie and the rage and the scorn;      
  A Star among men, yea, a Star      
      That in Hellas was bright,           1220   
  By a Father’s wrath driven far      
      To the wilds and the night.      
  Oh, alas for the sands of the shore!      
    Alas for the brakes of the hill,           1224   
  Where the wolves shall fear thee no more,      
    And thy cry to Dictynna is still!      
    
Women


  No more in the yoke of thy car      
    Shall the colts of Enetia fleet;           1228   
  Nor Limna’s echoes quiver afar      
    To the clatter of galloping feet.      
The sleepless music of old,      
    That leaped in the lyre,           1232   
Ceaseth now, and is cold,      
    In the halls of thy sire.      
The bowers are discrowned and unladen      
  Where Artemis lay on the lea;           1236   
And the love-dream of many a maiden      
  Lost, in the losing of thee.      
    
A Maiden


And I, even I,      
  For thy fall, O Friend,           1240   
    Amid tears and tears,      
  Endure to the end      
    Of the empty years,      
Of a life run dry.           1244   
  In vain didst thou bear him,      
    Thou Mother forlorn!      
  Ye Gods that did snare him,      
Lo, I cast in your faces           1248   
    My hate and my scorn!      
Ye love-linkèd Graces,      
  (Alas for the day!)      
    Was he naught, then, to you,           1252   
  That ye cast him away,      
    The stainless and true,      
From the old happy places?      
    
LEADER


Look yonder! ’Tis the Prince’s man, I ween,           1256   
Speeding toward this gate, most dark of mien.  [A HENCHMAN enters in haste.      
    
HENCHMAN


Ye women, whither shall I go to seek      
King Theseus? Is he in this dwelling? Speak!      
    
LEADER


Lo, where he cometh through the Castle gate!  [THESEUS comes out from the Castle.           1260   
    
HENCHMAN


O King, I bear thee tidings of dire weight      
To thee, aye, and to every man, I ween,      
From Athens to the marches of Trozên.      
    
THESEUS


What? Some new stroke hath touched, unknown to me,           1264   
The sister cities of my sovranty?      
    
HENCHMAN


Hippolytus is … Nay, not dead; hut stark      
Outstretched, a hairsbreadth this side of the dark.      
    
THESEUS (as though unmoved)


How slain? Was there some other man, whose wife           1268   
He had like mine defiled, that sought his life?      
    
HENCHMAN


His own wild team destroyed him, and the dire      
Curse of thy lips.      
                    The boon of thy great Sire           1272   
Is granted thee, O King, and thy son slain.      
    
THESEUS


Ye Gods! And thou, Poseidon! Not in vain      
I called thee Father; thou hast heard my prayer!      
  How did he die? Speak on. How closed the snare           1276   
Of Heaven to slay the shamer of my blood?      
    
HENCHMAN


’Twas by the bank of beating sea we stood,      
We thralls, and decked the steeds, and combed each mane;      
Weeping; for word had come that ne’er again           1280   
The foot of our Hippolytus should roam      
This land, but waste in exile by thy doom.      
  So stood we till he came, and in his tone      
No music now save sorrow’s, like our own,           1284   
And in his train a concourse without end      
Of many a chase-fellow and many a friend.      
At last he brushed his sobs away, and spake:      
“Why this fond loitering? I would not break           1288   
My Father’s law—Ho, there! My coursers four      
And chariot, quick! This land is mine no more.”      
  Thereat, be sure, each man of us made speed.      
Swifter than speech we brought them up, each steed           1292   
Well dight and shining, at our Prince’s side.      
He grasped the reins upon the rail: one stride      
And there he stood, a perfect charioteer,      
Each foot in its own station set. Then clear           1296   
His voice rose, and his arms to heaven were spread:      
“O Zeus, if I be false, strike thou me dead!      
But, dead or living, let my Father see      
One day, how falsely he hath hated me!”           1300   
  Even as he spake, he lifted up the goad      
And smote; and the steeds sprang. And down the road      
We henchmen followed, hard beside the rein,      
Each hand, to speed him, toward the Argive plain           1304   
And Epidaurus.      
                So we made our way      
Up toward the desert region, where the bay      
Curls to a promontory near the verge           1308   
Of our Trozên, facing the southward surge      
Of Saron’s gulf. Just there an angry sound,      
Slow-swelling, like God’s thunder underground,      
Broke on us, and we trembled. And the steeds           1312   
Pricked their ears skyward, and threw back their heads.      
And wonder came on all men, and affright,      
Whence rose that awful voice. And swift our sight      
Turned seaward, down the salt and roaring sand.           1316   
  And there, above the horizon, seemed to stand      
A wave unearthly, crested in the sky;      
Till Skiron’s Cape first vanished from mine eye,      
Then sank the Isthmus hidden, then the rock           1320   
Of Epidaurus. Then it broke, one shock      
And roar of gasping sea and spray flung far,      
And shoreward swept, where stood the Prince’s car.      
  Three lines of wave together raced, and, full           1324   
In the white crest of them, a wild Sea-Bull      
Flung to the shore, a fell and marvellous Thing.      
The whole land held his voice, and answering      
Roared in each echo. And all we, gazing there,           1328   
Gazed seeing not; ’twas more than eyes could bear.      
  Then straight upon the team wild terror fell.      
Howbeit, the Prince, cool-eyed and knowing well      
Each changing mood a horse has, gripped the reins           1332   
Hard in both hands; then as an oarsman strains      
Up from his bench, so strained he on the thong,      
Back in the chariot swinging. But the young      
Wild steeds bit hard the curb, and fled afar;           1336   
Nor rein nor guiding hand nor morticed car      
Stayed them at all. For when he veered them round,      
And aimed their flying feet to grassy ground,      
In front uprose that Thing, and turned again           1340   
The four great coursers, terror-mad. But when      
Their blind rage drove them toward the rocky places,      
Silent, and ever nearer to the traces,      
It followed rockward, till one wheel-edge grazed.           1344   
  The chariot tript and flew, and all was mazed      
In turmoil. Up went wheel-box with a din,      
Where the rock jagged, and nave and axle-pin.      
And there—the long reins round him—there was he           1348   
Dragging, entangled irretrievably.      
A dear head battering at the chariot side,      
Sharp rocks, and rippled flesh, and a voice that cried:      
“Stay, stay, O ye who fattened at my stalls,           1352   
Dash me not into nothing!—O thou false      
Curse of my Father!—Help! Help, whoso can,      
An innocent, innocent and stainless man!”      
  Many there were that laboured then, I wot,           1356   
To bear him succour, but could reach him not,      
Till—who knows how?—at last the tangled rein      
Unclasped him, and he fell, some little vein      
Of life still pulsing in him.           1360   
                              All beside,      
The steeds, the hornèd Horror of the Tide,      
Had vanished—who knows where?—in that wild land.      
  O King, I am a bondsman of thine hand;           1364   
Yet love nor fear nor duty me shall win      
To say thine innocent son bath died in sin.      
All women born may hang themselves, for me,      
And swing their dying words from every tree           1368   
On Ida! For I know that he was true!
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LEADER


O God, so cometh new disaster, new      
Despair! And no escape from what must be!      
    
THESEUS


Hate of the man thus stricken lifted me           1372   
At first to joy at hearing of thy tale;      
But now, some shame before the Gods, some pale      
Pity for mine own blood, bath o’er me come.      
I laugh not, neither weep, at this fell doom.           1376   
    
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.           1380   
    
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.           1384   
    
CHORUS


Thou comest to bend the pride      
  Of the hearts of God and man,      
Cypris and by thy side,      
  In earth-encircling span,           1388   
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.           1392   
    
For mad is the heart of Love,      
  And gold the gleam of his wing;      
And all to the spell thereof      
  Bend, when he makes his spring;           1396   
All life that is wild and young      
  In mountain and wave and stream,      
All that of earth is sprung,      
  Or breathes in the red sunbeam;           1400   
Yea, and Mankind. O’er all a royal throne,      
Cyprian, Cyprian, is thine alone!      
    
A VOICE FROM THE CLOUD


    O thou that rulest in Aegeus’ Hall,      
    I charge thee, hearken!           1404   
                            Yea, it is I,      
    Artemis, Virgin of God most High.      
    Thou bitter King, art thou glad withal      
        For thy murdered son?           1408   
    For thine ear bent low to a lying Queen,      
    For thine heart so swift amid things unseen?      
    Lo, all may see what end thou hast won!      
    Go, sink thine head in the waste abyss;           1412   
    Or aloft to another world than this,      
        Birdwise with wings,      
        Fly far to thine hiding,      
    Far over this blood that clots and clings;           1416   
    For in righteous men and in holy things      
    No rest is thine nor abiding!  [The cloud has become stationary in the air.      
Hear, Theseus, all the story of thy grief!      
Verily, I bring but anguish, not relief;           1420   
Yet, ’twas for this I came, to show how high      
And clean was thy son’s heart, that he may die      
Honoured of men; aye, and to tell no less      
The frenzy, or in some sort the nobleness,           1424   
Of thy dead wife. One Spirit there is, whom we      
That know the joy of white virginity,      
Most hate in heaven. She sent her fire to run      
In Phædra’s veins, so that she loved thy son.           1428   
Yet strove she long with love, and in the stress      
Fell not, till by her Nurse’s craftiness      
Betrayed, who stole, with oaths of secrecy,      
To entreat thy son. And he, most righteously,           1432   
Nor did her will, nor, when thy railing scorn      
Beat on him, broke the oath that he had sworn,      
For God’s sake. And thy Phædra, panic-eyed,      
Wrote a false writ, and slew thy son, and died,           1436   
Lying; but thou wast nimble to believe!  [THESEUS, at first bewildered, then dumfounded, now utters a deep groan.      
It stings thee, Theseus?—Nay, hear on, and grieve      
Yet sorer. Wottest thou three prayers were thine      
Of sure fulfilment, from thy Sire divine?           1440   
Hast thou no foes about thee, then, that one—      
Thou vile King!—must be turned against thy son?      
The deed was thine. Thy Sea-born Sire but heard      
The call of prayer, and bowed him to his word.           1444   
But thou in his eyes and in mine art found      
Evil, who wouldst not think, nor probe, nor sound      
The deeps of prophet’s lore, nor day by day      
Leave Time to search; but, swifter than man may,           1448   
Let loose the curse to slay thine innocent son!      
    
THESEUS


O Goddess, let me die!      
    
ARTEMIS


                        Nay; thou hast done      
A heavy wrong; yet even beyond this ill           1452   
Abides for thee forgiveness. ’Twas the will      
Of Cypris that these evil things should be,      
Sating her wrath. And this immutably      
Hath Zeus ordained in heaven no God may thwart           1456   
A God’s fixed will; we grieve but stand apart.      
Else, but for fear of the Great Father’s blame,      
Never had I to such extreme of shame      
Bowed me, be sure, as here to stand and see           1460   
Slain him I loved best of mortality!      
Thy fault, O King, its ignorance sunders wide      
From very wickedness; and she who died      
By death the more disarmed thee, making dumb           1464   
The voice of question. And the storm has come      
Most bitterly of all on thee! Yet I      
Have mine own sorrow, too. When good men die,      
There is no joy in heaven, albeit our ire           1468   
On child and house of the evil falls like fire.  [A throng is seen approaching; HIPPOLYTUS enters, supported by his attendants.      
    
CHORUS


    Lo, it is he! The bright young head      
            Yet upright there!      
Ah, the torn flesh and the blood-stained hair;           1472   
    Alas for the kindred’s trouble!      
It falls as fire from a God’s hand sped,      
    Two deaths, and mourning double.      
    
HIPPOLYTUS


    Ah, pain, pain, pain!           1476   
O unrighteous curse! O unrighteous sire!      
No hope.—My head is stabbed with fire,      
And a leaping spasm about my brain.      
  Stay, let me rest. I can no more.           1480   
O fell, fell steeds that my own hand fed,      
Have ye maimed me and slain, that loved me of yore?      
—Soft there, ye thralls! No trembling hands      
As ye lift me, now!—Who is that that stands           1484   
At the right?—Now firm, and with measured tread,      
Lift one accursèd and stricken sore      
        By a father’s sinning.      
    
Thou, Zeus, dost see me? Yea, it is I;           1488   
The proud and pure, the server of God,      
The white and shining in sanctity!      
To a visible death, to an open sod,      
          I walk my ways;           1492   
And all the labour of saintly days      
          Lost, lost, without meaning!      
    
          Ah God, it crawls      
            This agony, over me!           1496   
          Let be, ye thralls!      
            Come, Death, and cover me:      
        Come, O thou Healer blest      
    
          But a little more,           1500   
            And my soul is clear,      
          And the anguish o’er!      
            Oh, a spear, a spear!      
          To rend my soul to its rest!           1504   
 
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Oh, strange, false Curse! Was there some blood-stained head,      
Some father of my line, unpunishèd,      
          Whose guilt lived in his kin,      
And passed, and slept, till after this long day           1508   
It lights…. Oh, why on me? Me, far away      
          And innocent of sin?      
    
          O words that cannot save!      
        When will this breathing end in that last deep           1512   
Pain that is painlessness? ’Tis sleep I crave.      
        When wilt thou bring me sleep,      
Thou dark and midnight magic of the grave!      
    
ARTEMIS


Sore-stricken man, bethink thee in this stress,           1516   
Thou dost but die for thine own nobleness.      
    
HIPPOLYTUS


Ah!      
O breath of heavenly fragrance! Though my pain      
Burns, I can feel thee and find rest again.           1520   
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.           1524   
    
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!           1528   
    
HIPPOLYTUS


The Cyprian? Now I see it!—Aye, ’twas she.      
    
ARTEMIS


She missed her worship, loathed thy chastity!      
    
HIPPOLYTUS


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


Yea, three; thy father and his Queen and thou.           1532   
    
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.           1536   
    
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!           1540   
    
HIPPOLYTUS (gently)


Nay, thine own rage had slain me then, some wise!      
    
THESEUS


A lying spirit had made blind mine eyes!      
    
HIPPOLYTUS


Ah me!      
Would that a mortal’s curse could reach to God!           1544   
    
ARTEMIS


Let be! For not, though deep beneath the sod      
Thou liest, not unrequited nor unsung      
Shall this fell stroke, from Cypris’ rancour sprung,      
Quell thee, mine own, the saintly and the true!           1548   
  My hand shall win its vengeance through and through,      
Piercing with flawless shaft what heart soe’er      
Of all men living is most dear to Her.      
Yea, and to thee, for this sore travail’s sake,           1552   
Honours most high in Trozên will I make;      
For yokeless maids before their bridal night      
Shall shear for thee their tresses; and a rite      
Of honouring tears be thine in ceaseless store;           1556   
And virgin’s thoughts in music evermore      
Turn toward thee, and praise thee in the Song      
Of Phædra’s far-famed love and thy great wrong.      
O seed of ancient Aegeus, bend thee now           1560   
And clasp thy son. Aye, hold and fear not thou!      
Not knowingly hart thou slain him; and man’s way,      
When Gods send error, needs must fall astray.      
  And thou, Hippolytus, shrink not from the King,           1564   
Thy father. Thou wast born to hear 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.           1568   
    
HIPPOLYTUS


Farewell, farewell, most Blessèd! 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 wrath with thee….           1572   
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!           1576   
    
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 man slaying.           1580   
    
THESEUS


Thou leav’st me clear of murder? Sayst thou so?      
    
HIPPOLYTUS


Yea, by the Virgin of the Stainless Bow!      
    
THESEUS


Dear Son! Ah, now I see thy nobleness      
    
HIPPOLYTUS


Pray that a true-born child may fill my place.           1584   
    
THESEUS


Ah me, thy righteous and god-fearing heart!      
    
HIPPOLYTUS


Farewell;      
A long farewell, dear Father, ere we part!  [THESEUS bends down and embraces him passionately.      
    
THESEUS


Not yet!—O hope and bear while thou hast breath!           1588   
    
HIPPOLYTUS


Lo, I have borne my burden. This is death….      
Quick, Father; lay the mantle on my face.  [THESEUS covers his face with a mantle and rises.      
    
THESEUS


Ye bounds of Pallas and of Pelops’ race,      
What greatness have ye lost!           1592   
                              Woe, woe is me!      
Thou Cyprian, long shall I remember thee!      
    
CHORUS


    On all this folk, both low and high,      
    A grief hath fallen beyond men’s fears.           1596   
    There cometh a throbbing of many tears,      
      A sound as of waters falling.      
        For when great men die,      
      A mighty name and a bitter cry           1600   
      Rise up from a nation calling.  [They move into the Castle, carrying the body of HIPPOLYTUS.
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DIONYSUS


BEHOLD, God’s Son is come unto this land      
Of heaven’s hot splendour lit to life, when she      
Of Thebes, even I, Dionysus, whom the brand      
Who bore me, Cadmus’ daughter Semelê,           4   
Died here. So, changed in shape from God to man,      
I walk again by Dirce’s streams and scan      
Ismenus’ shore. There by the castle side      
I see her place, the Tomb of the Lightning’s Bride,           8   
The wreck of smouldering chambers, and the great      
Faint wreaths of fire undying—as the hate      
Dies not, that Hera held for Semelê.      
  Aye, Cadmus bath done well; in purity           12   
He keeps this place apart, inviolate,      
His daughter’s sanctuary; and I have set      
My green and clustered vines to robe it round.      
  Far now behind me lies the golden ground           16   
Of Lydian and of Phrygian; far away      
The wide hot plains where Persian sunbeams play,      
The Bactrian war-holds, and the storm-oppressed      
Clime of the Mede, and Araby the Blest,           20   
And Asia all, that by the salt sea lies      
In proud embattled cities, motley-wise      
Of Hellene and Barbarian interwrought;      
And now I come to Hellas—having taught           24   
All the world else my dances and my rite      
Of mysteries, to show me in men’s sight      
Manifest God.      
              And first of Helene lands           28   
I cry this Thebes to waken; set her hands      
To clasp my wand, mine ivied javelin,      
And round her shoulders hang my wild fawn-skin.      
For they have scorned me whom it least beseemed,           32   
Semelê’s sisters; mocked my birth, nor deemed      
That Dionysus sprang from Dian seed.      
My mother sinned, said they; and in her need,      
With Cadmus plotting, cloaked her human shame           36   
With the dread name of Zeus; for that the flame      
From heaven consumed her, seeing she lied to God.      
  Thus must they vaunt; and therefore bath my rod      
On them first fallen, and stung them forth wild-eyed           40   
From empty chambers; the bare mountain side      
Is made their home, and all their hearts are flame.      
Yea, I have bound upon the necks of them      
The harness of my rites. And with them all           44   
The seed of womankind from hut and hall      
Of Thebes, bath this my magic goaded out.      
And there, with the old King’s daughters, in a rout      
Confused, they make their dwelling-place between           48   
The roofless rocks and shadowy pine trees green.      
Thus shall this Thebes, how sore soe’er it smart,      
Learn and forget not, till she crave her part      
In mine adoring; thus must I speak clear           52   
To save my mother’s fame, and crown me here      
As true God, born by Semelê to Zeus.      
    
  Now Cadmus yieldeth up his throne and use      
Of royal honour to his daughter’s son           56   
Pentheus; who on my body hath begun      
A war with God. He thrusteth me away      
From due drink-offering, and, when men pray,      
My name entreats not. Therefore on his own           60   
Head and his people’s shall my power he shown.      
Then to another land, when all things here      
Are well, must I fare onward, making clear      
My godhead’s might. But should this Theban town           64   
Essay with wrath and battle to drag down      
My maids, lo, in their path myself shall be,      
And maniac armies battled after me!      
For this I veil my godhead with the wan           68   
Form of the things that die, and walk as Man.      
    
  O Brood of Tmolus o’er the wide world flown,      
O Lydian band, my chosen and mine own,      
Damsels uplifted o’er the orient deep           72   
To wander where I wander, and to sleep      
Where I sleep; up, and wake the old sweet sound,      
The clang that I and mystic Rhea found,      
The Timbrel of the Mountain! Gather all           76   
Thebes to your song round Pentheus’ royal hall.      
I seek my new-made worshippers, to guide      
Their dances up Kithaeron’s pine clad side.  [As he departs, there comes stealing in from the left a band of fifteen Eastern Women, the light of the sunrise streaming upon their long white robes and ivy-bound hair. They wear fawn-skins over the robes, and carry some of them timbrels, some pipes and other instruments. Many bear the thyrsus or sacred Wand, made of reed ringed with ivy. They enter stealthily till they see that the place is empty, and then begin their mystic song of worship.      
    
CHORUS


A Maiden           80   
From Asia, from the dayspring that uprises,      
  To Bromios ever glorying we came.      
We laboured for our Lord in many guises;      
We toiled, but the toil is as the prize is;           84   
  Thou Mystery, we hail thee by thy name!      
    
Another


Who lingers in the road? Who espies us?      
  We shall hide him in his house nor be bold.      
Let the heart keep silence that defies us;           88   
For I sing this day to Dionysus      
  The song that is appointed from of old.      
    
All the Maidens


Oh, blessèd he in all wise,      
  Who hath drunk the Living Fountain,           92   
    Whose life no folly staineth,      
      And his soul is near to God;      
Whose sins are lifted, pall-wise,      
  As he worships on the Mountain,           96   
    And where Cybele ordaineth,      
      Our Mother, he has trod:      
    
      His head with ivy laden      
        And his thyrsus tossing high,           100   
          For our God he lifts his cry;      
      “Up, O Bacchæ, wife and maiden,      
          Come, O ye Bacchæ, come;      
    Oh, bring the Joy-bestower,           104   
    God-seed of God the Sower,      
    Bring Bromios in his power      
          From Phrygia’s mountain dome;      
      To street and town and tower,           108   
            Oh, bring ye Bromios home.”      
    
Whom erst in anguish lying      
  For an unborn life’s desire,      
    As a dead thing in the Thunder           112   
      His mother cast to earth;      
For her heart was dying, dying,      
  In the white heart of the fire;      
    Till Zeus, the Lord of Wonder,           116   
      Devised new lairs of birth;      
    
        Yea, his own flesh tore to hide him,      
          And with clasps of hitter gold      
          Did a secret son enfold,           120   
      And the Queen knew not beside him;      
          Till the perfect hour was there;      
      Then a hornèd God was found,      
      And a God of serpents crowned;           124   
      And for that are serpents wound      
          In the wands his maidens bear,      
      And the songs of serpents sound      
          In the mazes of their hair.           128   
 
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