Who often to thy funeral must be borne.
And now let fires consume these dear remains.
Throw open wide my palace, dark with death,1275
And let all Athens ring with loud laments.
Do some of you prepare the royal pyre,
And others seek yet farther in the fields
His scattered parts.
[Pointing to Phaedra's corpse.]
Let earth on her be spread,
And may it heavy rest upon her head.1280