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.
