I don't have much to say except this is excellent. Its deep tragedy becomes comedic at times (it's hard not to laugh when Phaedra's excitement about being killed by Hippolytus leads him to decide against it in disgust), but is beautifully poignant at the end when Theseus is assembling the scattered pieces of his son's body and mourning the madness that led him to this moment. Senecan drama and philosophy make such an interesting contrast that I intend to keep thinking about. And oh how terrible and beautiful this one was.