And I will fall upon my knees adoring thee!
Hip. Madam, I would not, could not wrong my father;
And thou, how canst thou meet his face?
Shame, shame, upon the wanton love that leaves
The marriage bed, even were it but in thought:
And thou above thy compeers raised afar,
In that thy name is mated with my father's,
Shouldst pray the gods to scourge this passion from thee.
Phæ. Oh! by thine hopes of heaven I pray thee peace!
Hip. Peace, thou! adultress! peace, thou, shameless one,