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HIPPOLITUS.

HIPPOLITUS.

18MENA.

To crowa with endless joys the youth that lov'd Speak on, my lord,

you. My honest soul inclines me to believe thee ; O! by the joys vur mutual loves have brought, And much I fear, and much I hope I've wrong'a By the blest hours I've languith'd at your feet, thee.

By all the love you ever bore Hippolitus,

Come fly from hence, and make him ever happy. , Then thus. I came and spake, but scarce of

ISMENA. love :

Hide me, ye powers: I never shall refilt. The easy queen receiv'd my fainc address With eager hope and unsuspicious faith.

Will you refuse me? Can I leave behind me Lycon with seeming joy dismiss'd my guarda : All that inspires my soul, and cheers my eyes? My generous soul disdain’d the mean deceit, Will you not go ? Then here I'll wait my doom. But Atill deceiy'd her to obey Ilmena.

Come, raving Phædra, bloody Lycon, come ! ISMENA,

I offer to your rage this worthless life, Art thou then true? Thou art. Oh, pardon me, since 'cis no longer my limena's care. Pardon the errors of a lilly maid,

ISMENA. Wild with her fears, and mad with jealousy; O! haste away, my lord; I go, I fly For fill that fear, that jealousy, was love. Through all the dangers of the boisterous deep. Haíte then, my lord, and save.yourself by flight; When the wind whistles through the crackling And when you're absent, when your godlike form

masts, Shall cease to cheer forlorn Ilmena's eyes,

When through the yawning ship the foaming sea Then let each day, each hour, each minute, bring Rowls bubbling in, then, then I'll clasp thee fait, Some kind remembrance of your constant love; And in transporting love forget my fear. Speak of your health, your fortune, and your Oh! I will wander through thc Scythian gloom, friends

(withes); O'er ice, and hills of everlasting fnow: (For fure those friends shall have my tenderet There, when the horrid darkness thall enclose us, Speak much of all; but of thy dear, dear love, When the bleak wind fhall chill my shivering Speak much, speak very much, and still speak on. linib,

Thou shalt alone supply the distant sun, Oh! thy dear love Mall ever be my theme, And cheer my gazing eyes, and warm my heart. Of that alone I'll talk the live-long day;

HIPPOLITUS. But thus I'll talk, thus dwelling in thy eyes, Come, let's away; and, like another Jason, Tasting the odours of thy fragrant bosom. I'll bear my beauteous conquest through the seas : Come chen to crown me with immortal joys; A greater treasure, and a nobler prize Come, be the kind companion of my flight;

Than he from Colchos bore. Sleep, sleep in peace, Come halte with me to leave this fatal shore. Ye monsters of the woods, on Ida's top The bark before prepar'd for my departure Securely roam; no more my early horn Expects its freight; a hundred lufty rowers Shall wake the lazy day. Transporting love Have wav'd their finewy arms, and call’d Hippo- Reigns in my heart, and makes me all its own. ligus;

So when bright Venus yielded up her charms, The lovsen'd canvas trembles with the wind, The bleit Adonis languilh'd in her arms; And the sea whitens with auípicious gales.

His idle horn on fragrant myrtles hung,

His arrows scatter'd, and his bow undrung: Fly then, my lord, and may the gods protect Obscure in coverts lie his dreaming hounds, thee;

And bay the fancy'd boar with feeble founds, Fly, ere insidious Lycon work thy ruin ;

For nobler sports be quits the savage ficlds, Fly, ere my fondacss talk thy lile away;

And all the hero to the lover yields.
Fly from the queen.

But not from my Ismena.
Why do you force me from your heavenly sight,
With those dear arms that ought to clasp me to
thee?

ACT IJI.

HIPPOLITUS.

ISMENA.

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Oh I could rave for ever at my fate !

Enter LYCON.
And with alternate love and fear poffefs'd,
Now force thee from my arms, now snatch thee
to my breast,

HEAVEN is at last appeas'd : the pitying gods And tremble till you go, but die till you return.

Have heard our wishes, and auspicious Jove Nay, I could go-Ye gods, if I should go, Smiles on his native ille; for Phædra lives, What would fame say? If I should fly alone Restor'd to Crete, and to herself, the lives : Vith a young lovely prince that charm’d my soul? Joy with fresh strength inspires her drooping limbs, NIPPOLITUS.

Revives her charms, and o'er her faded cheeks Say you did well to fly a certain ruin,

Spreads a freth rofy bloom, as kindly springs Iv fly the fury of a queen incens'd,

With genial heat renew the frozen earth,

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And paint its smiling face with gaudy flowers.

PHEDRA. But see the comes, the beauteous Phædra comes.

With fair linens! Enter PHÆDRA.

Curs'd be her cruel beauty, curs'd her charme,

Curs'd all her foothing, fatal, false endearmen How her eyes sparkle! How their radiant beams

That heavenly virgin, that exalted goodness Confess their shining ancestor the fun!

Could see me tortur'd with despairing love, Your charms to-day will wound deipairing crowd :

With artful cears could mouru my monitrous And give the pains you suffer'd : Nay, Hippolitus, ferings, The fierce, the brave, th? intensible Hippolitus While her bafe malice plotsed my defrudios. Shall pay a willing homage to your beauty, And in his turn adore

A thousand reasons crowd upon my soul,

That evidence their love. ?Tis flattery all;

PHEDRA. Yet, when you name the prince, that fattery's

Yes, yes, they lors; pleafing.

Why else should he refuse my proffer'd bed: You wilh it fo, poor good old man, you wish it.

Why Should one warm'd with you'h, and ta 'The fertile province of Cydonia's thine :

of glory, Is there aught else? Has happy Phædra aught, Disdain a foul, a form, a crown like mine? In the wide circle of her far-itretch'a empire ? Alk, take, my friend, secure of no repulse :

Where, Lycon, where was then thy bouter Let spacious Crete through all her hundred cities

cunning?
Resound her Phædra's joy : jet altars smoke, Dull, thoughtless wretch!
And richest guns, and spice, and incense, roll
Their fragrant wreaths to heaven, to pitying hea.

O pains unfelt leleri'
Which gives Hippolitus to Phædra's arms. (ven, The grief, despair, the agonies, and pangy,
Set all at large, and bid the lathtome dungeoirs All the wild fury of dittracted love,
Give up the meagre flaves that pine in darkness, Are nought to this.--Say, famous politicias

, And waste in grief, as did despairing Phædra ;

Where, when, and how, did their first pas arie! Let them be cheerd; let the starv'd prisoners riot, Where did they breathe their litis? Whz bu And glow with generous wine.—Let forrow cease,

groves, Let none be wretched, none, since Phædra's happy. What gloomy woods, conceal'd their hidden loved But now he cories, and with an equal passion Alas! they hid it not : the well-pleas'd fun Rewards my flame, and springs into my arms! With all his beams survey'd their guil·lels fil Enter MESSENGER.

Glad zephyrs wafted their intainted bighs, Say, where's the prince ?

And Ida echo'd their endearing acce

While I, the shame of nature, hid in darknes He's no where to be found. Far from the balmy air and cheering light,

Preft down my fighs, and dry'd my failing til; Perhaps he hunts.

Search'd a retreat to mourn, and watch'de MESSENGER.

grieve. He hunted not to-day.

Now cease that grief, and let your injor'd ... Ha! Have you search'd the walks, the courts,

Contrive due vergeance ; let majestic Pracia, the temples ?

That lov'd the hero, sacrifice the vilain.

Then hatte, send forth your minifters of vero Search'd all in vain.

geance, To snatch the traitor from your rival's arais

, Did he not hunt to-day?

And force him trembling to your awful preleste Alas! you told me once before he did not : My heart misgives me.

Orightly thought!— Dispatch th' attending

guardis; So indeed doth mine. Bid them bring forth their intruments of dezet,

Darts, engines, flames, and launch into the deer Could he deceive me? Could that god-like And huri lwift vergeance on the perjur'd Esse. youth

Where am I, gods? What is't my rage cor Design the ruin of a queen that loves him ?

mands? Oh: he's all truth; his words his looks, his Ev'n now he's gone! Er'n now the walkz': eyes,

With founding strokes divide the sparkling was Open to view his inmort thoughts. He comes ! And happy gales ailift their speedy tighe. Ha! Who art thou? Whence comi'tt thou ? Now they embrace; and ardent love enflames Where's Hippolitus ?

Their futhing cheeks, and trembles in the

eyes. Madam, Hippo'stus with fair Ismena

Now they expose my weakness and niy crimes : Drove toward the porta

Now to the sporting crowd they tell mig?

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Enter CRATANDER.

Hated by him, of kindred yet more hated,

The last of all the wicked race he ruin'd.
CRATANDER.

In vain a fierce fuccessive hatred reign'd
Sir, as I went to seize the persons order'd

Between your fires : in vain, like Cadmus' race, I met the prince, and with him fair Ismena :

With mingled blood they dy'd the blushing earth. I seiz'd the prince, who now attends without.

In vain indeed, since now the war is o'er; Hafte, bring him in.

We, like the Theban race, agree to love,

And by our murual flames and future off pring,
Be quick, and seize Ismena. Atone for slaughter paft.
Enter HIPPOLITUS.

Your future offspring.

Heavens! What a medley's this? What dark Couldīt thou deceive me? Could a son of The

confufion, seus

Of blood and death, of murder and relation ? Stoop to so mean, so base a vice as fraud ?

What joy 't had been to old disabled Theseus, Nay, act such monstrous perfidy, yet start

When he should take thy offspring in his arms ? From promis'd love?

Ev'n in his arms to hold an infant Pallas,
HIPPOLITUS.

And he upbraided with his grandsire's fate.
My soul disdain'd a promise.

Oh barbarous youth !
But yet your false equivocating tongue

Too barbarous I fear. Your looks, your eyes, your every motion pro- Perhaps even now his faction's up in arms, mis'd.

[hoods. Since waying crowds roll onwards tow'rds the paBut you are ripe in frauds, and learn'd in false

lace, Look down, o Theseus, and behold thy son,

And rend the city with tumultuous clamours ! As Seiron faithless, as Procrustes cruel.

Perhaps to murder Phædra and her son, Behold the crimes, the tyrants, all the monsters,

And give the crown to him and his Ismena: From which thy valour purg'd the groaning earth:

But I'll prevent it.

Exit Lycod Behold them all in chy own son reviv'd.

Ismena brought in.
Touch not my glory, left you stain your own :
I fill have strove to make my glorious father
Blush, yet rejoice to see himself outdone;

What! the kind Ismena,
To mix my parents in my lineal virtues,

That nursid me, watch'd my sickness! Oh the As Theseus juft, and as Camilla chaste.

watch'd me,

As ravenous vultures watch the dying lion, The godlike Theseus never was thy parent: To tear his heart, and riot in his blood. No, 'twas fome monthly Cappadocian drudge, Hark! Hark, my little infant cries for justice! Obedient to the scourge, and beaten to her arms, Oh! be appeas'd my babe, thou shalt have justice. Begot thee, traicor, on the chaste Camilla. Now all the spirits of my god-like race Camilla chaste! An Amazon, and chaste,

Enflame my soul, and urge me on to vengeance. That quits her sex, and yet recains her virtue. Asfamnes, Minos, Jove, th’avenging sun, See the chalte matron mount the neighing steed, Inspire my fury, and demand my justice.

[it; In Itrict embraces lock the struggling warrior, Oh! ye shall have it ; thou, Minos, shalt applaud And choose the lover in the sturdy foe.

Yes, thou shalt copy it in their pains below.

Gods of revenge, arise.—He comes : He comes !. Enter MESSENGER, and seems to talk earnefily with

And Moots himself through all my kindling blood. Lycos.

I have it here.—Now bate, perfidious wretch,

Now figh, and weep, and tremble in thy turn. No; she refus'd the vows of godlike Theseus, Yes, your Ismena shall appease my vengeance. And chose to stand his arms, not meet his love; Ismena dies; and thou, her pitying lover, And doubtful was the fight. The wide Thermo Doom'dit her to death.-Thou too shalt see her doon

bleed,

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Heard the huge strokes resound; its frighted waves See her convulsive pangs, and hear het dying
Convey'd the rattling din to distant shores, Go, glue thy eyes with thy ador'd Ilmena,
Whilt she alone fupported all his war ;

And laugh at dying Phædra!
Nor till she sunk beneath his rhundering arm,
Beneath which warlike nations bow'd, would yield

On limena!
To honest with'd-for love.

Alas! My tender soul would shrink at death, Not fo her son,

Shake with its fears, and link beneath its pains, Who boldly ventures on forbidden flames, In any cause but this.. But now I'm steel'd, On one descended from the cruel Pallas,

And the near danger lefsens to my fight. Foe to thy father's person and his blood; Now, if I live, 'tis only for Hippolicus;

PHÆDRA.

PHADRA.

HIPPOLITUS.

HIPPOLITUS,

ISMXNA.

PILÆDRA.

HIPPOLITUS.

PHÆDRA.

PHEDRA.

And with an equal joy I'll die to save him. Could I have doom'd thy death!--Could these is
Yes, for his fake I'll go a willing shade,

eyes,
And wait his coming in th' Elysian fields, That luv'd thee living, e'er behold thee dead?
And there enquire of each descending ghost Yet thou couldīt see me die without concern,
Of my lov'd hero's welfare, life, and honour. Rather than save a wretched queen from ruin.
That dear remenibrance will iniprove the bliss, Else could you choose to trust cbe warring winds,
Add to th' Elysian joys, and niake that Heaven The swelling waves, the rocks, the faithless lands
more happy.

And all the raging monsters of the deep:
HIPPOLITUS,

Oh! think you see me on the naked lhore;
Oh heavenly virgin! (Afide.}--O imperial Phæ- Thiok how I scream, and tear my scatter'd hair

, dra,

Break from the embraces of my shrieking maidi, Lct your rage fall on this devoted head;

And harrow on the land my bleeding bolom; But spare, oh spare a guiltluís virgin's life : Then catch, with wide-stretch'd arms, the empty Think of her youth, her innocence, her virtue ;

billows, Think, with what warm compassion she bomoan'd And headlong plunge into the gaping deep. you;

[lickness :
Think, how she serv'd and watch'd you in your 0, dismal state! My bleeding heart relents,
How every rising and descending sun

And all my thoughts dissolve in tendercit pity.
Saw kind Ismena watching o'er the queen.
I only promis'd, I alone deceiv'J you ;

If you can pity, O! refuse not love;
And I, and only !, should feel your justice. But stoop to rule in Crete, the fear of heroes,
ISMENA.

And nursery of gods.-A hundred cities
Oh! by those Powers to whom I soon niuft an Court thee for lord, where the rich busy crowds
swer

Struggle for passage through the spacious ftreets; For all my faults, by that bright arch of Heaven Where thousand ihips o'erlhade the lessening mais, I now lati see, I wrought him by my wiles, And tire the labouring wind. The suppliant Da By tears, by threats, by cvery female art,

tions Wrought his disdaining foul to falle compliance. Bow to its ensigns, and with lower'd fails The fon of Theseus could not think of fraud : Confess the ocean's queen. For thee alone 'Twas woman all.

The winds shall blow, and the vast ocean roll:

For thee alone the fam'd Cydonian warriors
I see 'twas woman all :
From twanging yews shall send their fatal thasti

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And woman's fraud should mcet with woman's
vengeance.

Then let me march their leader, not their
But yet thy courage, truth, and virtue shock me.

prince,
A love so warm, so firm, so like my own. And, at the head of your renown's Cydonians,
Oh! had the gods so pleas’d; had bounteous BrandiMh this far-fam'd sword of conquering Ther
Heaven

feus!
Bestow'd Hippolitus on Phædra's arms,

That I may shake th' Egyptian tyrant's yoke So had I stood the shock of angry Fate,

From Asia's neck, and fix it on his ow); So had I given my life with joy to save him. That willing nations may obey your laws,

And your bright ancestor, the sun, may shina
And can you doom her death? Can Minos' On nought but Phædra's empire.
daughter

PHÆDRA.
Condenin the virtue which her soul admires ?

Why not thine ?
Are not you Phædra? Once the boast of Fame, Dost thou so far detest oy proffer'd bed,
Shame of our sex, and pattern of your own. As to refuse my crown ---o, cruel youth:

By all the pain that wrings my tortur'd soul!
Am I that Phædra? No.-Another soul By all the dear deceitful hopes you gave me,
Informs my aiter'd franie. Could else Ismena o ease, at least once more delude, my
Provoke my hatred, yet deserve my love?
Aid me, ye gods, support my sinking glory, For your dear fake I've lost my darling honour;
Restore my reason, and confirm my virtue. For you, but now I gave my soul to death;
Yet, is my rage unjust? Then why was Phædra

For you I'd quit my crown, and stoop beneath
Rescu'd for torment, and preserv'd for pain? The happy bondage of an hunible wife.
Why did you raise me to the heighth of joy, With thee l’d climb the steepy Ida's summit

,
Above the wreck of clouds and storms below, And in the scorching heat and chilling down
To dash and break me on the ground for ever? O'er hills, o'er vales, pursue the shaggy lion;
ISMENA.

Careless of danger and of wasting toil,
Was it not time to urge him to compliance ? Of pinching hunger and impatient thirt,
At least to feign it, when perfidious Lycon I'd find all joys in thee.
Confin'd his perfon, and conspir'd his deach.

Why floops the queen
Confind, and doona'd to death.- cruel Lyo | To ask, entreat, to supplicare and pray,
con!

To prostitute her crown and sex's honour,

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To one whose humble thoughts can only rise
To be your flave, not lord ?

No : But to save my life I feign'd my death;

My horse and well-known arms confirm'd the tale, And is that all ?

And hinder'd farther search. This honest Greek Gods! Does he deign to force an artful groan? Conceal'd me in his house, and cur'd my wounds; Or call a tear from his unwilling eyes,

Procur'd a vessel; and, to bless nie more, Hard as his native rocks, cold as his sword, Accompany'd my flight. Fierce as che wolves that howl'd around his birth? But this at leisure. Let me now indulge He hates the tyrant, and the suppliant scorns. A father's fondness; let me snatch thee thus ; O Heaven! O Minos: O imperial Jove !

Thus fuld thee in my arms. Such, such, was I Do ye not blush at my degenerate weakness !

[Embraces Hippolitus. Hence lazy, mean, ignoble passion, fly;

When firft I saw thy mother, chaste Camilla ; Hence from my soul-'Tis gone, 'tis fled for ever, And much Me lov'd me.-Oh! Did Phædra view And Heaven inspires my thoughts with righteous vengeance.

HIPPOLITUS.

THESEUS.

HIPPOLITUS.

PHEDRA.

With half that fondness :-But she's still unkind; Thou sbalt no more despise my offer'd love ; Else hafty joy had brought her to these arms, No more Ilmena hall upbraid my weakness. To welcome me to liberty, to life;

[Catcbes Hipp. sword to fab berself. And make that life a blefling. Come, my son, Now all you kindred gods look down and fee, Let us to Phadra. How I'll revenge you, and myself, on Phædra.

Pardon me, my lord. Enter LYCUN, and fratches away his frord.

Forget her former treatment; she's too good Lực0N.

Still co perfitt in hatred to my fon. Horror on horror! Theseus is return'd.

0! Let me fly from Crete, from you, (Afide. Theseus! Then what have I to do with life?

and Phædra. May I be snatch'd with winds, by earth o'er

THESEUS. whelm'd,

My son, what means this turn? this sudden start? Rather than view the face of injur'd Theseus. Why would you fly from Crete, and from your Now wider fill my growing horrors (pread,

facher ? My fame, my virtue, nay, my frenzy's fled: Then view thy wretched blood, imperial Jove, Not from my father, but from lazy Crete; If crimes enrage you, or misfortunes move; To follow danger, and acquire renown; On me your flanies, on me your bolts employ,

To quell the monsters that escap'd your sword, Me if your anger spares, your pity should destroy. And make the world confess me Theseus' fon.

[Runs off

What can this coldness mean? Retire, my son, This nțay do service yet.

[Exit Hippolitus. Exit Lycon, carries off tbe freord. While I attend the queen. What shock is this?

Why tremble thus my limbs? why faints my heart? Is he return'd? Thanks to the pitying gods.

Why an I thrillid with fear, till now unknown? Shall I again behold his awful eyes ?

Where's now the joy, the ecstasy, and traníport, Again be folded in his loving arms?

That warm'd my soul, and urg'd me on to Phædra? Yet in the midst of joy I fear for Phædra; O! had I never lov'd her, I'd been blest. I fear his warmth and unrelenting justice.

Sorrow and joy, in love, alternate reign; 0! should her raging passion reach his ears,

Sweet is thc bliss, diftrading is the pain. His tender love, by anger fir'd, would turn

So when the Nile its fruitful deluge spreads, To burning rage; as foft Cydonian oil,

And genial heat informs its fimy beds; Whose balmy juice glides o'er th’untaiting tongue, Here yellow harvests crown the fertile plain, Yet touch'd with fire, with hortet flames will There monftruus ferpents fright the labouring blaze.

swain : But oh ye powers! I see his godlike form.

A various product fills the fatten'd sand, O ecrafy of joy' comes, he comes !

And the same floods enrich and curse the land. Is it my lord ? My father! Oh! 'tis he: I see him, touch him, feel his known embraces, See all the father in his joysul eyes.

NIPPOLITUS.

THESEUS.

Licog.

HIPPOLITUS.

Enter Theseus, with otbers.

ACT IV.

Enter LICON folus.

Where have you been, my lord? What angry
demon

(sav'd you?
Hid you from Crete? From me!-What god has
Did not Philotas see you fall? O aoswer me!
And then I'll ask a thousand questions more.

LY C0 N,

Tuis may gain time till all my wealth's embark'd,
To ward my foes reyenge, and finish mine,

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