SCENE IV
THESEUS, HIPPOLYTUS, PHAEDRA, OENONE, THERAMENES
THESEUS
Fortune no longer fights against my wishes,
Madam, and to your arms restores —
PHAEDRA
Stay, Theseus!
Do not profane endearments that were once
So sweet, but which I am unworthy now
To taste. You have been wrong'd. Fortune has proved
Spiteful, nor in your absence spared your wife.
I am unfit to meet your fond caress,
How I may bear my shame my only care
Henceforth.
