PHÆ. Ah me!
NUR. This touches thee.
PHÆ. You have destroyed me, nurse, and by the Gods I entreat thee henceforth to be silent with respect to this man.
NUR. Do you see? you judge well indeed, but judging well you are not willing both to assist your children and to save your own life.
PHÆ. I love my children; but I am wintering in the storm of another misfortune.
NUR. You have your hands, my child, pure from blood.
PHÆ. My hands are pure, but my mind has some pollution.
NUR. What! from some calamity brought on you by any of your enemies?
PHÆ. A friend destroys me against my will, himself unwilling.
NUR. Has Theseus sinned any sin against thee?