Medea of Euripides. Euripides

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      Go: run into the house, my little ones:

      All will end happily! … Keep them apart:

      Let not their mother meet them while her heart

      Is darkened. Yester night I saw a flame

      Stand in her eye, as though she hated them,

      And would I know not what. For sure her wrath

      Will never turn nor slumber, till she hath …

      Go: and if some must suffer, may it be

      Not we who love her, but some enemy!

      Voice (within).

      Oh shame and pain: O woe is me!

       Would I could die in my misery!

      [The Children and the Attendant go in.

      Nurse.

      Ah, children, hark! She moves again

       Her frozen heart, her sleeping wrath.

       In, quick! And never cross her path,

       Nor rouse that dark eye in its pain;

       That fell sea-spirit, and the dire

       Spring of a will untaught, unbowed.

       Quick, now!—Methinks this weeping cloud

       Hath in its heart some thunder-fire,

       Slow gathering, that must flash ere long.

       I know not how, for ill or well,

       It turns, this uncontrollable

       Tempestuous spirit, blind with wrong.

      Voice (within).

      Have I not suffered? Doth it call

       No tears? … Ha, ye beside the wall

       Unfathered children, God hate you

       As I am hated, and him, too,

       That gat you, and this house and all!

      Nurse.

      For pity! What have they to do,

       Babes, with their father's sin? Why call

       Thy curse on these? … Ah, children, all

       These days my bosom bleeds for you.

       Rude are the wills of princes: yea,

       Prevailing alway, seldom crossed,

       On fitful winds their moods are tossed:

       'Tis best men tread the equal way.

       Aye, not with glory but with peace

       May the long summers find me crowned:

       For gentleness—her very sound

       Is magic, and her usages.

       All wholesome: but the fiercely great

       Hath little music on his road,

       And falleth, when the hand of God

       Shall move, most deep and desolate.

      [During the last words the Leader of the Chorus has entered. Other women follow her.

      Leader.

      I heard a voice and a moan,

       A voice of the eastern seas:

       Hath she found not yet her ease?

       Speak, O agèd one.

       For I stood afar at the gate,

       And there came from within a cry,

       And wailing desolate.

       Ah, no more joy have I,

       For the griefs this house doth see,

       And the love it hath wrought in me.

      Nurse.

      There is no house! 'Tis gone. The lord

       Seeketh a prouder bed: and she

       Wastes in her chamber, not one word

       Will hear of care or charity.

      Voice (within).

      O Zeus, O Earth, O Light,

       Will the fire not stab my brain?

       What profiteth living? Oh,

       Shall I not lift the slow

       Yoke, and let Life go,

       As a beast out in the night,

       To lie, and be rid of pain?

      Chorus.

      Some Women A.

      "O Zeus, O Earth, O Light:"

       The cry of a bride forlorn

       Heard ye, and wailing born

       Of lost delight?

      B.

      Why weariest thou this day,

       Wild heart, for the bed abhorrèd,

       The cold bed in the clay?

       Death cometh though no man pray,

       Ungarlanded, un-adorèd.

       Call him not thou.

      C.

      If another's arms be now

       Where thine have been,

       On his head be the sin:

       Rend not thy brow!

      D.

      All that thou sufferest,

       God seeth: Oh, not so sore

       Waste nor weep for the breast

       That was thine of yore.

      Voice (within).

      Virgin of Righteousness,

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