Hippolytus

     Words of honesty, as you avouched your words, should not be caught in nets of silence.  Let all hear.


                                                            Oeanea


     Do not weather the ancient margins of oaths by reneging on the one you swore me,


                                                            Hippolytus


     My lips swore.  The oath does not anchor my now-horrored heart.  All oaths are dismissed.  Oh, this plague upon Artemis’s sanctity contaminates all oaths and throws them into the oceans.


                                                            Oeanea
      What would be your will?  The destruction of a friend by Theseus’s marriage.


                                                            Hippolytus


     Friend?  God forbid I should brook such friendships.


                                                            Oeanea


       Yet  forgive!


                                                            Hippolytus


     Forgivenesses are rendered moot.  All horror’s moon has sunken into the epochs of times ancient spent, for all ancient sins have been rendered afresh as daisy’s grown from rot.  Begone.


Later scene
           
                                                            Phaedra


     Oh, what have you done, Oeanea?  Your- oh God, Hippolytus will bring a
Roman temple of day crashing down upon my private shame, my private confessions now the prey of a hunter’s chariot.  Hippolytus knows!  Oh Gods!  How could you blow to the winds of Artemis’s wilderness, the wilderness encased within Hipppolytus’s lonely heart, my horrible deranged conscience of tempest’s love.  Hippolytus now believes all of Artemis’s realm tainted by my love’s twisting courses of nature’s perverse fancy.”