... be in love’? At once great pleasure, daughter, and great pain. It is the second that I think is mine. What, are you in love, my child? Who's the man? Whatever his name is, son of the Amazon . . . You mean Hippolytus? Yours are the words, not mine. Ah, what can you mean, my child? This is my death! Women, this is unendurable, I can not endure to live! Hateful to me is the day, the...