There's no longer any doubt: you love, you burn: 135
You are dying of an illness you disguise in turn.
You are dying of an illness you disguise in turn.
Racine - Phaedra
.
.
Theramenes
Oh! My lord, once our fate is written there,
Heaven knows not to inquire into our reasons. 115
Theseus opened your eyes so he might close them,
Yet his hatred, exciting a rebellious flame,
Lends new grace to his enemy all the same.
Why be frightened of a love, though, that's so chaste?
If it possesses sweetness, won't you dare to taste? 120
Will these awkward scruples always hold you back?
Do you fear to lose yourself on Hercules' track?
Of what brave men has Venus not been conqueror!
Where would you be, now, you who fight against her,
If Antiope, opposed to her laws forever, 125
Hadn't burnt for Theseus with modest ardour?
But what use is it to affect a proud display?
Confess, and all will change: for many a day
We've seen you infrequently, unsociable, proud,
Now driving your chariot along the coast road, 130
Now, skilled in the art Neptune himself made plain,
Breaking an untamed stallion to the rein.
The forests ring out less often to our cries.
Filled with secret fire, there's heaviness in your eyes.
There's no longer any doubt: you love, you burn: 135
You are dying of an illness you disguise in turn.
Or has lovely Aricia pleased you, rather?
Hippolytus
Theramenes, I am leaving, to seek my father.
Theramenes
Will you not see Phaedra again, before you go,
My lord?
Hippolytus
That's my intent: you may tell her so. 140
I'll see her, since my duty demands of it me.
(Oenone enters. )
But what new trouble disturbs dear Oenone?
Act I Scene II (Hippolytus, Oenone, Theramenes)
Oenone
Alas! My lord, what misfortune could equal mine?
The Queen is near to the ending of her life.
I've kept watch over her, in vain, day and night: 145
She'll die in my arms of this illness that she hides.
Eternal disorder reigns now in her spirit.
She's torn from her bed by sorrowful unquiet.
She wishes to see the light: yet with deep sadness
Orders the world outside to be dismissed. .
Theramenes
Oh! My lord, once our fate is written there,
Heaven knows not to inquire into our reasons. 115
Theseus opened your eyes so he might close them,
Yet his hatred, exciting a rebellious flame,
Lends new grace to his enemy all the same.
Why be frightened of a love, though, that's so chaste?
If it possesses sweetness, won't you dare to taste? 120
Will these awkward scruples always hold you back?
Do you fear to lose yourself on Hercules' track?
Of what brave men has Venus not been conqueror!
Where would you be, now, you who fight against her,
If Antiope, opposed to her laws forever, 125
Hadn't burnt for Theseus with modest ardour?
But what use is it to affect a proud display?
Confess, and all will change: for many a day
We've seen you infrequently, unsociable, proud,
Now driving your chariot along the coast road, 130
Now, skilled in the art Neptune himself made plain,
Breaking an untamed stallion to the rein.
The forests ring out less often to our cries.
Filled with secret fire, there's heaviness in your eyes.
There's no longer any doubt: you love, you burn: 135
You are dying of an illness you disguise in turn.
Or has lovely Aricia pleased you, rather?
Hippolytus
Theramenes, I am leaving, to seek my father.
Theramenes
Will you not see Phaedra again, before you go,
My lord?
Hippolytus
That's my intent: you may tell her so. 140
I'll see her, since my duty demands of it me.
(Oenone enters. )
But what new trouble disturbs dear Oenone?
Act I Scene II (Hippolytus, Oenone, Theramenes)
Oenone
Alas! My lord, what misfortune could equal mine?
The Queen is near to the ending of her life.
I've kept watch over her, in vain, day and night: 145
She'll die in my arms of this illness that she hides.
Eternal disorder reigns now in her spirit.
She's torn from her bed by sorrowful unquiet.
She wishes to see the light: yet with deep sadness
Orders the world outside to be dismissed. .
