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Hippolytus Ph dra Chorus of Troezenian Women	A
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HIPPOLYTUS	B
Lay not thine hand upon me let me go	C
Take off thine eyes that put the gods to shame	D
What wilt thou turn my loathing to thy death	E
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PH DRA	F
Nay I will never loosen hold nor breathe	G
Till thou have slain me godlike for great brows	H
Thou art and thewed as gods are with clear hair	F
Draw now thy sword and smite me as thou art god	I
For verily I am smitten of other gods	J
Why not of thee	K
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CHORUS	B
O queen take heed of words	L
Why wilt thou eat the husk of evil speech	M
Wear wisdom for that veil about thy head	N
And goodness for the binding of thy brows	H
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PH DRA	F
Nay but this god hath cause enow to smite	N
If he will slay me baring breast and throat	N
I lean toward the stroke with silent mouth	O
And a great heart Come take thy sword and slay	P
Let me not starve between desire and death	E
But send me on my way with glad wet lips	Q
For in the vein drawn ashen coloured palm	R
Death's hollow hand holds water of sweet draught	N
To dip and slake dried mouths at as a deer	F
Specked red from thorns laps deep and loses pain	S
Yea if mine own blood ran upon my mouth	O
I would drink that Nay but be swift with me	K
Set thy sword here between the girdle and breast	N
For I shall grow a poison if I live	T
Are not my cheeks as grass my body pale	U
And my breath like a dying poisoned man's	V
O whatsoever of godlike names thou be	K
By thy chief name I charge thee thou strong god	N
And bid thee slay me Strike up to the gold	N
Up to the hand grip of the hilt strike here	F
For I am Cretan of my birth strike now	W
For I am Theseus' wife stab up to the rims	X
I am born daughter to Pasiphae	T
See thou spare not for greatness of my blood	N
Nor for the shining letters of my name	D
Make thy sword sure inside thine hand and smite	N
For the bright writing of my name is black	Y
And I am sick with hating the sweet sun	A
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HIPPOLYTUS	B
Let not this woman wail and cleave to me	K
That am no part of the gods' wrath with her	F
Loose ye her hands from me lest she take hurt	N
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CHORUS	B
Lady this speech and majesty are twain	S
Pure shame is of one counsel with the gods	J
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HIPPOLYTUS	B
Man is as beast when shame stands off from him	Z
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PH DRA	F
Man what have I to do with shame or thee	K
I am not of one counsel with the gods	J
I am their kin I have strange blood in me	K
I am not of their likeness nor of thine	A2
My veins are mixed and therefore am I mad	N
Yea therefore chafe and turn on mine own flesh	B2
Half of a woman made with half a god	N
But thou wast hewn out of an iron womb	C2
And fed with molten mother snow for milk	D2
A sword was nurse of thine Hippolyta	N
That had the spear to father and the axe	E2
To bridesman and wet blood of sword slain men	F2
For wedding water out of a noble well	G2
Even she did bear thee thinking of a sword	N
And thou wast made a man mistakingly	G2
Nay for I love thee I will have thy hands	H2
Nay for I will not loose thee thou art sweet	N
Thou art my son I am thy father's wife	T
I ache toward thee with a bridal blood	N
The pulse is heavy in all my married veins	I2
My whole face beats I will feed full of thee	K
My body is empty of ease I will be fed	N
I am burnt to the bone with love thou shalt not go	C
I am heartsick and mine eyelids prick mine eyes	J2
Thou shalt not sleep nor eat nor say a word	N
Till thou hast slain me I am not good to live	T
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CHORUS	B
This is an evil born with all its teeth	K2
When love is cast out of the bound of love	T
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HIPPOLYTUS	B
There is no hate that is so hateworthy	K2
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PH DRA	F
I pray thee turn that hate of thine my way	P
I hate not it nor anything of thine	A2
Lo maidens how he burns about the brow	F
And draws the chafing sword strap down his hand	N
What wilt thou do wilt thou be worse than death	K2
Be but as sweet as is the bitterest	N
The most dispiteous out of all the gods	J
I am well pleased Lo do I crave so much	L2
I do but bid thee be unmerciful	G2
Even the one thing thou art Pity me not	N
Thou wert not quick to pity Think of me	K
As of a thing thy hounds are keen upon	M2
In the wet woods between the windy ways	N2
And slay me for a spoil This body of mine	A2
Is worth a wild beast's fell or hide of hair	F
And spotted deeper than a panther's grain	S
I were but dead if thou wert pure indeed	N
I pray thee by thy cold green holy crown	O2
And by the fillet leaves of Artemis	N2
Nay but thou wilt not Death is not like thee	K
Albeit men hold him worst of all the gods	N2
For of all gods Death only loves not gifts	N2
Nor with burnt offering nor blood sacrifice	N2
Shalt thou do aught to get thee grace of him	Z
He will have naught of altar and altar song	P2
And from him only of all the lords in heaven	A
Persuasion turns a sweet averted mouth	K2
But thou art worse from thee with baffled breath	K2
Back on my lips my prayer falls like a blow	G2
And beats upon them dumb What shall I say	N2
There is no word I can compel thee with	K2
To do me good and slay me But take heed	N
I say be wary look between thy feet	N
Lest a snare take them though the ground be good	N
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HIPPOLYTUS	N2
Shame may do most where fear is found most weak	Q2
That which for shame's sake yet I have not done	A
Shall it be done for fear's Take thine own way	N2
Better the foot slip than the whole soul swerve	T
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PH DRA	F
The man is choice and exquisite of mouth	K2
Yet in the end a curse shall curdle it	N
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CHORUS	N2
He goes with cloak upgathered to the lip	R2
Holding his eye as with some ill in sight	N
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PH DRA	F
A bitter ill he hath i' the way thereof	T
And it shall burn the sight out as with fire	F
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CHORUS	N2
Speak no such word whereto mischance is kin	S2
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PH DRA	F
Out of my heart and by fate's leave I speak	Q2
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CHORUS	N2
Set not thy heart to follow after fate	N
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PH DRA	F
O women O sweet people of this land	N
O goodly city and pleasant ways thereof	T
And woods with pasturing grass and great well heads	N2
And hills with light and night between your leaves	N2
And winds with sound and silence in your lips	N2
And earth and water and all immortal things	N2
I take you to my witness what I am	T2
There is a god about me like as fire	F
Sprung whence who knoweth or who hath heart to say	N2
A god more strong than whom slain beasts can soothe	K2
Or honey or any spilth of blood like wine	A2
Nor shall one please him with a whitened brow	F
Nor wheat nor wool nor aught of plaited leaf	T
For like my mother am I stung and slain	S
And round my cheeks have such red malady	K
And on my lips such fire and foam as hers	N2
This is that Ate out of Amathus	N2
That breeds up death and gives it one for love	T
She hath slain mercy and for dead mercy's sake	U2
Being frighted with this sister that was slain	S
Flees from before her fearful footed shame	D
And will not bear the bending of her brows	N2
And long soft arrows flown from under them	V2
As from bows bent Desire flows out of her	F
As out of lips doth speech and over her	F
Shines fire and round her and beneath her fire	F
She hath sown pain and plague in all our house	N2
Love loathed of love and mates unmatchable	G2
Wild wedlock and the lusts that bleat or low	G2
And marriage fodder snuffed about of kine	S
Lo how the heifer runs with leaping flank	W2
Sleek under shaggy and speckled lies of hair	F
And chews a horrible lip and with harsh tongue	X2
Laps alien froth and licks a loathlier mouth	K2
Alas a foul first steam of trodden tares	N2
And fouler of these late grapes underfoot	N
A bitter way of waves and clean cut foam	Y2
Over the sad road of sonorous sea	N2
The high gods gave king Theseus for no love	T
Nay but for love yet to no loving end	N
Alas the long thwarts and the fervent oars	N2
And blown hard sails that straightened the scant rope	Z2
There were no strong pools in the hollow sea	N2
To drag at them and suck down side and beak	Q2
No wind to catch them in the teeth and hair	F
No shoal no shallow among the roaring reefs	N2
No gulf whereout the straining tides throw spars	N2
No surf where white bones twist like whirled white fire	F
But like to death he came with death and sought	N
And slew and spoiled and gat him that he would	N
For death for marriage and for child getting	A3
I set my curse against him as a sword	N
Yea and the severed half thereof I leave	T
Pittheus because he slew not when that face	N2
Was tender and the life still soft in it	N
The small swathed child but bred him for my fate	N
I would I had been the first that took her death	K2
Out from between wet hoofs and reddened teeth	K2
Splashed horns fierce fetlocks of the brother bull	G2
For now shall I take death a deadlier way	N2
Gathering it up between the feet of love	T
Or off the knees of murder reaching it	N