Hip. Madam! I do not understand you;
Phæ. You must! fierce, burning love is mine,
For you, Hippolytus, the son of Theseus!
Hip. And you his wife?
Phæ. Aye, boy, 'tis even so;
Nay, look not so:—I say Hippolytus,
That from the very hour I saw, I loved thee;
That from the very moment that thy voice
Rang in my ears, it entered in my heart,
That from the hour I was Theseus' wife,