THESEUS. Who can it be, ye gods, but perjur'd Lycon ? Oh beauteous fiend! But truft not to thy form. Is there revenge on earth, or pain in hell, Ev'n endless torture, which thou shalt not fuffer? PHEDRA. And is there aught on earth I would not suffer? LYCON brought in. THESEUS. Haft thou efcap'd my wrath? Yet, impious Lycon, On thee I'll empty all my hoard of vengeance, LYCON. O! mercy, mercy! THESEUS. Such thou shalt find as thy beft deeds deferve, Such as thy guilty foul can hope from Thefeus ; Such as thou fhew'dft to poor Hippolitus. LYCON. Oh chain me! whip me! Let me be the fcorn Of fordid rabbles, and infulting crowds! Give me but life, and make that life most wretched. PHEDRA. Art thou fo base, so spiritless a slave? Not fo the lovely youth thy arts have ruin'd, THESEUS. Oh abject villain! Yet it gives me joy To fee the fears that shake thy guilty foul, Enhance thy crimes, and antedate thy woes. Oh, how thou 'It howl thy fearful soul away; While laughing crowds shall echo to thy cries, And make thy pains their sport! Hafte, hence, away with him, Drag him to all the torments earth can furnish; Then let the mangled monster, fix'd on high; Grin o'er the fhouting crowds, and glut their vengeance. And is this all? And art thou now appeas'd? Will this atone for poor Hippolitus ! Oh ungorg'd appetite! Oh ravenous thirst Of a fon's blood! What not a day, a moment! PHÆDRA. A day! A moment! Oh! thou should'st have staid Years, ages, all the round of circling time, Ere touch'd the life of that confummate youth. THESEUS. And yet with joy I flew to his destruction, To her Hippolitus. He, alas! defcends (Oh heaven and earth!) by Thefeus doom'd, descendș. PHÆDRA. He 's doom'd by Thefeus, but accus'd by Phædra, By Phædra's madness, and by Lycon's hatred. Yet with my life I expiate my frenzy, And dye for thee, my headlong rage destroy'd : ; Shall Shall fport for ever, fhall for ever drink In lonely plains; while all the blackest ghosts THESEUS. I too muft go; I too must once more fee the burning fhore PHEDRA. Then why this ftay? Come on, let's plunge to gether: See hell fets wide its adamantine gates, See through the fable gates the black Cocytus NA The Then am I ftill on earth? By hell I am, GUARDS. Heavens! tis your lord. PHÆDRA. My lord! O equal Heaven! Muft each portentous moment rise in crimes, And fallying life go off in parricide? Then truft not thy flow drugs. Thus fure of death [Stabs herself. Compleat thy horrors——And if this suffice not, Thou, Minos, do the rest. THESEUS. At length fhe 's quiet, And earth now bears not fuch a wretch as Thefeus; Yet I'll obey Hippolitus, and live: Then to the wars; and as the Corybantines, With clashing fhields, and braying trumpets, drown'd But what are arms to me? Is he not dead What |