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The tablet cries aloud, it cries things grievous. How shall I escape from the weight of my misfortunes? For I am utterly undone, such is the tune I in my wretchedness  have heard sung by the tablet! Chorus Leader
Alas! The word you utter is one that presages woe! Theseus
No more shall I hold this ruinous bane, hard to send forth though it is, within the gates of my mouth! spoken in a loud voice, calling everyone in earshot to witness
Ho! City of Athens! Hear me! Bystanders enter quickly by Eisodos B and gather around.
 Hippolytus has dared to put his hand by force to my marriage-bed, dishonoring the holy eye of Zeus. But, father Poseidon, with one of the three curses you once promised me kill my son, and may he not live out  this day, if indeed you have granted me curses I may rely on.