Nurse: But oft doth love put reins on stubborn souls,
And all their hatred to affection turns.575
Behold thy mother's realm of warlike dames;
Yet even they the sway of passion know.
Of this thy birth itself is proof enough.
Hippolytus: My comfort for my mother's loss is this,
That now I'm free to hate all womankind.
Nurse: As some hard crag, on every side unmoved,580
Resists the waves, and dashes backward far
The opposing floods, so he doth spurn my words.