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