Theseus: Speak out; I'll hide thy secret in my heart.875
Phaedra: The secret thou wouldst have another guard,
First guard thyself.
Theseus: No chance of death thou'lt find.
Phaedra: Death cannot fail the heart that's bent on death.
Theseus: Confess what sin must be atoned by death.
Phaedra: My life.
Theseus: Will not my tears avail with thee?880
Phaedra: That death is best which one's own friends lament.
Theseus: She still persists in silence. By the lash