Grim Pluto has at last grown mild to love.
Hippolytus: The righteous gods of heaven will bring him back.
But while the gods still hold our prayers in doubt,630
My brothers will I make my pious care,
And thee as well. Think not thou art bereft;
For I will fill for thee my father's place.
Phaedra [aside]: Oh, hope of lovers, easily beguiled!
Deceitful love! Has he[21] not said enough?635
I'll ply him now with prayers.
[To Hippolytus.]