Act V

Scene IV

Theseus(alone)

What is there in her mind? What meaning lurks

In speech begun but to be broken short?

Would both deceive me with a vain pretence?

Have they conspired to put me to the torture?

And yet, despite my stern severity,

What plaintive voice cries deep within my heart?

A secret pity troubles and alarms me.

Œnone shall be questioned once again,

I must have clearer light upon this crime.

Guards, bid Œnone come, and come alone.