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Hippolytus
Euripides

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Hippolytus

Euripides, 428 BCE

Form
Form Play
Difficulty
Difficulty Moderate
Reading time
Reading time 50 minutes
Translated by
Translated by Gilbert Murray (1902)
Chapters
Chapters 9
Length
Length 12k words

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'Twas but my tongue, 'twas not my soul that swore.

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About the book

Aphrodite comes on first and tells you exactly what she means to do. Hippolytus keeps himself pure for Artemis and holds Aphrodite cheapest of all the gods, so she has already put the love in his stepmother, and everything after is the machinery running. Phaedra never says one word of it to him: she wastes away, hears him rage against women, and answers nothing. What breaks the story open is an old nurse who loves her, cannot bear to watch her die of it, and goes to be helpful. Euripides had staged this once before with Phaedra declaring herself to his face, and Athens found it indecent; he wrote it again with her mouth shut, and it took first prize. "'Twas but my tongue, 'twas not my soul that swore," Hippolytus says of the oath the nurse tricked out of him. He keeps it anyway, and what that costs him is the rest of the play. A goddess opens this story and a goddess closes it, and being loved by one turns out to be no protection at all.

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