HIPP. Oh! unhappy thou, because of this calamity, my father!
THES. I perish, my son, nor have I delight in life.
HIPP. I lament thee rather than myself on account of thy error.
THES. My son, would that I could die in thy stead!
HIPP. Oh! the bitter gifts of thy father Neptune!
THES. Would that the prayer had never come into my mouth.
HIPP. Wherefore this wish? thou wouldst have slain me, so enraged wert thou then.
THES. For I was deceived in my notions by the Gods.
HIPP. Alas! would that the race of mortals could curse the Gods!
DI. Let be; for not even when thou art under the darkness of the earth shall the rage arising from the bent of the Goddess Venus descend upon thy body unrevenged: by reason of thy piety and thy excellent mind. For with these inevitable weapons from mine own hand will I revenge me on another,[[52]] whoever to her be the dearest of mortals. But to thee, O unhappy one, in recompense for these evils, will I give the greatest honors in the land of Trœzene; for the unwedded virgins before their nuptials shall shear their locks to thee for many an age, owning the greatest sorrow tears can give; but ever among the virgins shall there be a remembrance of thee that shall awake the song, nor dying away without a name shall Phædra's love toward thee pass unrecorded:—But thou, O son of the aged Ægeus, take thy son in thine arms and clasp him to thee; for unwillingly thou didst destroy him, but that men should err, when the Gods dispose events, is but to be expected!—and thee, Hippolytus, I exhort not to remain at enmity with thy father; for thou perceivest the fate, whereby thou wert destroyed. And farewell! for it is not lawful for me to behold the dead, nor to pollute mine eye with the gasps of the dying; but I see that thou art now near this calamity.