SCENE IV
THESEUS, HIPPOLYTUS, PHAEDRA, OENONE, THERAMENES
THESEUS
Fortune no longer fights against my wishes,
Madam, and to your arms restores—
PHAEDRA
Stay, Theseus!
Do not profane endearments that were once
So sweet, but which I am unworthy now
To taste. You have been wrong'd. Fortune has proved
Spiteful, nor in your absence spared your wife.
I am unfit to meet your fond caress,
How I may bear my shame my only care
Henceforth.