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Scene: The palace at Træzen, in the Peloponnesus. Present: Phædra, Hippolytus, Enone.
There I see him!
PHEDRA My blood forgets to flow, my tongue to speak
What I am come to say.
THE CONFESSION OF PHÆDRA
Think of your son,
Madam, is mine.
No such base resentment,
I could not blame you, prince,
T' incur your enmity has been mine aim:
The selfsame borders could not hold us both;
Myself your foe, and found no peace till seas
Your very name to be pronounced before me.
Hippolytus-A mother jealous of her children's rights.
Seldom forgives the offspring of a wife
Ah, prince, how Heaven has from the general law
The light, and Heaven may grant him safe return,
Is Neptune, ne'er by him invoked in vain.
Oh, I am mad! Do what I will,
Yes, I see
Ah, yes, for Theseus
Oh, why were you too young to have embarked
To guide your doubtful steps within the maze
My sister would have armed you with the clue.
Had taught you all the labyrinth's crooked ways.
That Theseus is my father and your husband?
Ah! cruel prince, too well
To save you from mistake. I love. But think not
I do not feel my guilt; no weak compliance
As to myself. The gods will bear me witness,
I sought to make you hate me. All in vain!
I trembled, 'twas to beg you not to hate him
Prove yourself worthy of your valiant sire,
I feel it leap impatiently to meet
To steep your hand in such polluted blood,
If that were punishment too mild to slake
What, madam, will you do? Just gods! But some one comes. Go, fly from shame; You cannot 'scape if seen by any thus.
Is that the form of Phædra that I see
Hurried away? What mean these signs of sorrow? Where is your sword? Why are you pale, confused? Hippolytus-Friend, let us fly. I am, indeed, confounded With horror and astonishment extreme. Phædra- but no; gods, let this dreadful secret Remain forever buried in oblivion.
Translation of R. B. Boswell.
lfred RambauD, like many of his predecessors at the head of the Board of Education in France, taught in the ranks be
fore he rose to be Grand Master of the University. He was born in 1842 at Besançon, in the province of Franche-Comté, whose children are supposed to be peculiarly hot-headed and tenacious of opinion. But M. Rambaud is no fanatic: he is liberal and conciliatory, with an ardent desire for the education of the masses. He is a disciple of Jules Ferry, who first called him to a leading position in the direction of public affairs, as private secretary and chef de cabinet at the ministry of Public Affairs in 1879. After three years at the École Normale, M. Rambaud was successively professor of history at Caen and at Nancy. On quitting the ministry he returned to his duties as professor, and was appointed to the Faculty of Letters in Paris.
His works are educational and historical. His favorite occupation is looking over and preparing the great work he has undertaken in collaboration with his friend and colleague, Ernest Lavisse, the historian dear to French youth; namely, the General History from the Fourth Century to Our Day.' The first number of this serial history appeared in 1892. It is carefully done, clear, and in a widely liberal, philosophical spirit. M. Rambaud contributes the portion on Russia. He is an authority on all things Russian, knowing the language and having traveled in the country.
His speeches form an important part of his "literary luggage,» as the French say. He speaks well, but not in the florid, ornamental style common in France. He is journalier ("touch-and-go"), and must warm to his subject before mastering it. No one knows what will warm him; the man himself probably less than any one. But once warmed, his voice never falters in its soft, far-reaching wave of sound. His gestures are slow and propitiatory; he turns his head slyly from left to right, and sees very well with those small, dark, sharp yet merry eyes of his, that are surmounted, not shaded, by the thin regular arch of eyebrows, like notes of interrogation on his high narrow forehead. He has a great deal of dry humor, both as speaker and writer, and doubtless often laughs to himself at his opponents as he sits comfortably on the ministerial bench of the Chamber of