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Hippolytus has angered the goddess Aphrodite with his excessive chastity.
“God of nocturnal prowess is not my God.”
He only worships the virgin Artemis, like it’s a free for all:
“Men make their choice: one man honors one God,
and one another.”
Mistake.
Aphrodite strikes Hippolytus’ stepmother, Phaedra, with an incestuous love for her stepson. Phaedra becomes ill, and Aphrodite herself calls it a sickness, this love she hands out to mortals on a whim.
Phaedra and the women around her understand that her love is externally imposed.
Phaedra’s nurse: “Indeed, it would need to be a might prophet
to tell which of the Gods mischievously
jerks you from your true course and thwarts your wits!”
Phaedra herself: “Where have I strayed from the highway of good sense?
I was mad. It was the madness sent from some God.”
“One I love destroys me. Neither of us wills it.”
Phaedra fights Aphrodite’s sickness, trying to reason and ultimately suicide her way out of it. Her nurse upbraids her for not submitting to the goddess’ plans, noting that that’s just the way it is:
“Why, you should certainly
have had your father beget you on fixed terms
or with other Gods for masters, if you don’t like the laws that rule this world.”
But when Hippolytus finds out about his stepmother’s feelings, he can’t put two and two together and instead flies into a rage. I should already be used to hearing this refrain from ancient Greek men, especially given its similarity to Jason’s in Medea, but Hippolytus still managed to catch me off guard:
“Women! This coin which men find counterfeit!
Why, why, Lord Zeus, did you put them in the world,
in the light of the sun? If you were so determined
to breed the race of man, the source of it
should not have been women.”
He suggests that men should instead bring offerings to Zeus’ temples, and receive the number of children commensurate with their offering (with the wealthy purchasing the most children and so on). He’s angry that instead of the money going to Zeus, it’s wasted on dowries:
“So we might have lived
in houses free of the taint of women’s presence.
But now, to bring this plague into our homes
we drain the fortunes of our homes. In this
we have a proof how great a curse is woman.”
“I’ll hate you women, hate and hate and hate you,
and never have enough of hating…”
Wow. Tell us how you really feel.
Nevertheless, this play was one of my favorite of Euripides’ for its unwanted desire and self-conflict (which are my own scholarly jams), and for its theme of doubles, since Phaedra and Hippolytus mirror each other in several ways. Here is a line uttered by Hippolytus, when banished by his father, underscoring the “doubles” theme, and I wish I had a better idea of what it means:
“If I could only find
another me to look me in the face
and see my tears and all that I am suffering!”
I’d welcome any interpretations!
“God of nocturnal prowess is not my God.”
He only worships the virgin Artemis, like it’s a free for all:
“Men make their choice: one man honors one God,
and one another.”
Mistake.
Aphrodite strikes Hippolytus’ stepmother, Phaedra, with an incestuous love for her stepson. Phaedra becomes ill, and Aphrodite herself calls it a sickness, this love she hands out to mortals on a whim.
Phaedra and the women around her understand that her love is externally imposed.
Phaedra’s nurse: “Indeed, it would need to be a might prophet
to tell which of the Gods mischievously
jerks you from your true course and thwarts your wits!”
Phaedra herself: “Where have I strayed from the highway of good sense?
I was mad. It was the madness sent from some God.”
“One I love destroys me. Neither of us wills it.”
Phaedra fights Aphrodite’s sickness, trying to reason and ultimately suicide her way out of it. Her nurse upbraids her for not submitting to the goddess’ plans, noting that that’s just the way it is:
“Why, you should certainly
have had your father beget you on fixed terms
or with other Gods for masters, if you don’t like the laws that rule this world.”
But when Hippolytus finds out about his stepmother’s feelings, he can’t put two and two together and instead flies into a rage. I should already be used to hearing this refrain from ancient Greek men, especially given its similarity to Jason’s in Medea, but Hippolytus still managed to catch me off guard:
“Women! This coin which men find counterfeit!
Why, why, Lord Zeus, did you put them in the world,
in the light of the sun? If you were so determined
to breed the race of man, the source of it
should not have been women.”
He suggests that men should instead bring offerings to Zeus’ temples, and receive the number of children commensurate with their offering (with the wealthy purchasing the most children and so on). He’s angry that instead of the money going to Zeus, it’s wasted on dowries:
“So we might have lived
in houses free of the taint of women’s presence.
But now, to bring this plague into our homes
we drain the fortunes of our homes. In this
we have a proof how great a curse is woman.”
“I’ll hate you women, hate and hate and hate you,
and never have enough of hating…”
Wow. Tell us how you really feel.
Nevertheless, this play was one of my favorite of Euripides’ for its unwanted desire and self-conflict (which are my own scholarly jams), and for its theme of doubles, since Phaedra and Hippolytus mirror each other in several ways. Here is a line uttered by Hippolytus, when banished by his father, underscoring the “doubles” theme, and I wish I had a better idea of what it means:
“If I could only find
another me to look me in the face
and see my tears and all that I am suffering!”
I’d welcome any interpretations!