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PHÆDRA.
To do me good and slay me. But take heed;
I say, be wary; look between thy feet,
Lest a snare take them though the ground be good.
HIPPOLYTUS.
That which for shame's sake yet I have not done,
Shall it be done for fear's? Take thine own way;
Better the foot slip than the whole soul swerve.
PHÆDRA
Yet in the end a curse shall curdle it.
CHORUS
Holding his eye as with some ill in sight.
PHÆDRA
And it shall burn the sight out as with fire.
CHORUS
PHÆDRA
CHORUS