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PHÆDRA.
HIPPOLYTUS; PHÆDRA; CHORUS OF TRŒZENIAN
WOMEN.
HIPPOLYTUS.
Take off thine eyes that put the gods to shame;
What, wilt thou turn my loathing to thy death?
PHÆDRA.
Till thou have slain me; godlike for great brows
Thou art, and thewed as gods are, with clear hair:
Draw now thy sword and smite me as thou art god,
For verily I am smitten of other gods,
Why not of thee?
CHORUS.
Why wilt thou eat the husk of evil speech?
Wear wisdom for that veil about thy head
And goodness for the binding of thy brows.