Oh, pity me.
Hear thou the prayers which I must only think.
I long to utter them, but am ashamed.
Hippolytus: What is thy trouble then?
Phaedra: A trouble mine,
Which thou wouldst scarce believe could vex the soul
Of any stepdame.
Hippolytus: Speak more openly;
In doubtful words thy meaning thou dost wrap.
Phaedra: My maddened heart with burning love is scorched;640