My Only Hope Lies In My Despair.

Hippolytus Can Feel, And Feels Nothing For Me!

I Have Pushed Virtue To Outright Brutality.

And Do You Count For Nothing God Who Fights For Us?

Thank The Gods! My Misery Exceeds All My Hopes!

Ainsi Que La Vertu, Le Crime A Ses Degre S. Crime, Like Virtue, Has Its Degrees.