THERAMENES

Prince, the Queen comes. I herald her approach.

'Tis you she seeks.

HIPPOLYTUS

Me?

THERAMENES

What her thought may be I know not. But I speak on her behalf.

She would converse with you ere you go hence.

HIPPOLYTUS

What shall I say to her? Can she expect--ARICIA

You cannot, noble Prince, refuse to hear her, Howe'er convinced she is your enemy, Some shade of pity to her tears is due.

HIPPOLYTUS

Shall we part thus? and will you let me go, Not knowing if my boldness has offended The goddess I adore? Whether this heart, Left in your hands--ARICIA

Go, Prince, pursue the schemes Your generous soul dictates, make Athens own My sceptre. All the gifts you offer me Will I accept, but this high throne of empire Is not the one most precious in my sight.