Has gone, that from the very throne of Dis95
He might seduce and bear away his queen.
With such mad folly linked he went away,
Restrained by neither fear nor shame. And so,
In deepest Acheron, illicit love
This father of Hippolytus desires.
But other, greater griefs than this oppress
My sorrowing soul; no quiet rest by night,100
No slumber deep comes to dissolve my cares;
But woe is fed and grows within my heart,