Robert Bruce Boswell - Phaedra (Act 3 Scene 4) lyrics

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.