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Friday, November 27, 2015



Later scene, not sure which number


                                                            Hippolytus


     Oh, what has made a hellish maw  of the moon, made wilderness hideous, made the creatures of the night into minions of hateful imagary!  What has she told me?  Something which invades Artemis’s sanctuary, invades Artemis herself, like a wolf made rabid, betraying its inner marrow of paternal kindliness.  What weening sense of Aphrodite’s taste is this?  A taste for lewd fashioning of human nature.  I feel the night howl with lewd betrsayal, the reetchy kiss of family persecutes the dewy bliss of clearsighted night!


                                                            Oeanea


      Oh, Hippolytus, I didn’t mean to evoke the tempests of your ardour.  I merely thought to bring all sins or thoughts of sins within the purifying sanctity of Artemis’s temple.  She would forgive.


                                                            Hippolytus


      When she herself most tender to the night must walk now in trepidation of a blood-soaked moon born from the taint which I bring to the ethereal mists of night’s cast.  I – I am the blame.  I am at guilt for crying shame upon the wilderness.  I who have not yet wrenched myself free from the pernicious loyalties of family.


                                                            Oeanea


     Oh, be discreet yet.  It is only between us.


                                                            Hippolytus


     The day must expunge the night’s guilt.


                                                            Oeanea


     I plead with you, by the kissing death of oceans- dear man, be quiet!




                                                            Hippolytus


     Do not touch my raiment with your scandal scent of death!  You shall not touch my royal person!


                                                            Oeanea


       By the ship’s anchors of gods, have pity!  Don’t pass on what I told you in direst secrecy.  It would destroy me.
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    What I told you was not for all ears, not for public inquest.

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