HIPP OLYTUS
Phaedra
My hands are clean: the stain is in my heart.
Nurse
The hurt comes from outside? Some enemy?
Phaedra
One I love destroys me. Neither of us wills it.
Nurse
Has Theseus sinned a sin against you then? 320
Phaedra
God keep me equally guiltless in his sight!
Nurse
What is this terror urging you to death?
Phaedra
Leave me to my sins. My sins are not against you.
Nurse
Not of my will, but yours, you cast me off.
Phaedra
Would you force confession, my hand-clasping suppliant? 325
Nurse
Your knees too—and my hands will never free you.
Phaedra
Sorrow, nurse, sorrow, you will find my secret.
Nurse
Can I know greater sorrow than losing you?
Phaedra
You wfll kill me. My honor lies in silence.
Nurse
And then you will hide this honor, though I beseech you? 330