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84. I will grant it out of reverence for thy holy suppliant touch.

. Henceforth I hold my peace; 'tis thine to speak from now.

. Ah! hapless mother, what a love was thine!

. Her love for the bull? daughter, or what meanest thou?

. And woe to thee! my sister, bride of Dionysus.

. What ails thee, child? speaking ill of kith and kin.

. Myself the third to suffer! how am I undone!

. Thou strik'st me dumb! Where will this history end?

. That "love" has been our curse from time long past.

. I know no more of what I fain would learn.

. Ah! would thou couldst say for me what I have to tell.

. I am no prophetess to unriddle secrets.

. What is it they mean when they talk of people being in "love?"

. At once the sweetest and the bitterest thing, my child.

. I shall only find the latter half.

. Ha! my child, art thou in love?

. The Amazon's son, whoever he may be,—

. Mean'st thou Hippolytus?

. 'Twas thou, not I, that spoke his name.

. O heavens! what is this, my child? Thou hast ruined me. Outrageous! friends; I will not live and bear it; hateful is life, hateful to mine eyes the light. This body I resign, will cast it off, and rid me of existence by