EURIPIDES
Phaedra
Yes, for I seek to win good out of shame.
Nurse
Where honor is, speech will make you more honorable.
Phaedra
0 God, let go my hand and go away!
Nurse
. No, for you have not given me what you should.
Phaedra
1 yield. Your suppliant hand compels my reverence. 335
Nurse
I will say no more. Yours is the word from now.
Phaedra
Unhappy mother, what a love was yours!
Nurse
It is her love for the bull you mean, dear child?
Phaedra
Unhappy sister, bride of Dionysus!
Nurse
Why these ill-boding words about your kin? 340
Phaedra
And I the unlucky third, see how I end!
Nurse
Your words are wounds. Where will your tale conclude?
Phaedra
Mine is an inherited curse. It is not new.
Nurse
I have not yet heard what I most want to know.
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