And, seeking some unheard-of punishment, Thyself become my executioner. The shame of which pursues me to the grave, And ends in torment life-long misery. 85 Look less severely on a venial error. We cannot conquer destiny. You were drawn on as by a fatal charm.
Weakness is natural To man.
A mortal, to a mortal's lot Submit. You chafe against a yoke that others Have long since borne. The sins of men, have burn'd with lawless fires. And see Hippolytus, till then avoided. Away, and leave me to my piteous fate.