THESEUS. Pecause I by the Gods was then depriv'd Of understanding. HIPPOLYTUS. O that in return Mankind could with their curses blast the Gods! DIANA. Be pacified for in earth's darksome caves, For in requital, my vindictive hand With these inevitable darts shall smite. (40) The dearest of her votaries. But on thee These sufferings to reward will I bestow (41) For to thy shade, ere jocund Hymen wave In their harmonious ditties the chaste choir (40) "The Scholiast calls those delirious who think that Adonis is here "meant, when he was not slain by the shafts of Diana, but the jealousy "of Mars, who sent a wild Boar to destroy him. But, with permission " of the Scholiast, I contend this ought to be referred to Adonis: for as "Pet. Victorius observes, in his various readings, L. iv. c. 17; "though " he was slain by the Boar, Mars being the author of his death, Diana "might lay claim to this exploit, because Adonis lost his life in her fa"vourite pursuit of hunting." But what puts the matter out of all doubt "is, that Apollodorus himself, L. iii. c. 13. § 4. bears witness, that "Adonis was slain by Diana: his words are these; "Adonis, yet a boy, "through the anger of Diana, perished as he was hunting by a wound "which he received from a Boar." Muretus made this observation be"fore me, Var. Lect. L. 5, c. 7.” BARNES. (41) “The Trœzenians worshipped Hippolytus with anniversary sacred "rites as a Hero, supposing him borne to the starry heavens by the name " of the Charioteer: they honoured him also with a temple; which Pau"sanias, L. 2. c. 32, describes as situated in a most beautiful grove, and "records this circumstance of the Virgins, previous to their marriage, "cutting off their hair, and depositing it for a votive gift, as the Peet "here mentions." VALKENAER. Of virgins ever shall record thy fate, I give; no hatred to thy Father bear, For well thou know'st from whence thy fate arose. To view unholy corses of the slain, Or with the pangs of those who breathe their last That thou art near the moment of thy death. HIPPOLYTUS. [Exit DIANA. Farewell, blest Virgin, grieve not thus to part Wretched me! Already thickest darkness overspreads These swimming eyes. My Father, in your arms THESEUS. How, O my Son, dost thou increase my woes! HIPPOLYTUS. I perish, and already view the gates Of yon drear realms beneath. Of having shed thy blood no longer rest On me thy murderer? For, O my Sire, I die. It is now, alas! too late, But with this garment cover o'er my face. THESEUS. Minerva's fortress, thou Athenian realm, (He dies.) On our whole city hath this public loss |