IPHIGENIA :
       
     
PENTHEUS:
       
     
HIPPOLYTUS:
       
     
IPHIGENIA :
       
     
IPHIGENIA :

— But dreams have ensavaged me.

PENTHEUS:
       
     
PENTHEUS:

whose touch is it you dream of in those, long afternoons, this dim back bedrooms?


HIPPOLYTUS:
       
     
HIPPOLYTUS:

Better the love by which I'm beaten