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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