HIPP OLYTU S
Hippolytus
She claimed us three as victims then, did Cypris?
Artemis
Your father, you, and me to make a third.
Hippolytus
Yes, I am sorry for my father's suffering. 1405
Artemis
Cypris deceived him by her cunning snares.
Hippolytus
0 father, this is sorrow for you indeed!
Theseus
I, too, am dead now, I have no more joy in life.
Hippolytus
1 sorrow for you in this more than myself,
Theseus
Would that it was I who was dying instead of you! 1410
Hippolytus
Bitter were Poseidon's gifts, my father, bitter.
Theseus
Would that they had never come into my mouth.
Hippolytus
Even without them, you would have killed me—
you were so angry.
Theseus
A God tripped up my judgment.
Hippolytus
O, if only men might be a curse to Gods! 1415
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