The fleece All-golden! Never then, I trow, Valiant, who won, to save King Pelias' vow, Shaped that first oar-blade in the hands of men Would God no Argo e'er had winged the seas A road to the right leads towards the royal castle, one on the left to the harbour. They have no thought of their mother's troubles: it is not usual for young minds to dwell on grief.The Scene represents the front of Medea's House in Corinth. Enter Tutor by Eisodos A, escorting the two sons of Jason and Medea.īut see, her boys are coming home after their games.
She may thrust a whetted sword through her vitals, or kill the royal family and the bride-groom and then win some greater calamity. For she has a terrible temper and will not put up with bad treatment （I know her）, and I fear And I am afraid that she will hatch some sinister plan. She loathes the children and takes no joy in looking at them. What a good thing it is not to be cut off from one's native land.
The poor woman has learned at misfortune's hand All these she abandoned when she came here with a man who has now cast her aside. She is silent unless perchance to turn her snow-white neck and weep to herself for her dear father and her country and her ancestral house. She is as deaf to the advice of her friends as a stone or a wave of the sea: Wasting away in tears all the time ever since she learned that she was wronged by her husband, neither lifting her face nor taking her eyes from the ground. She lies fasting, giving her body up to pain, Poor Medea, finding herself thus cast aside, calls loudly on his oaths, invokes the mighty assurance of his sworn right hand, and calls the gods to witness the unjust return she is getting from Jason. For Jason, abandoning his own children and my mistress, is bedding down in a royal match, having married the daughter of Creon, ruler of this land. When a woman is not at variance with her husband.īut now all is enmity, and love's bonds are diseased. This it is that most rescues life from trouble, Their father and hence now be inhabiting this land of Corinth, 2 with her husband and children, an exile loved by the citizens to whose land she had come, and lending to Jason himself all her support. Of the heroes who at Pelias' command set forth in quest of the Golden Fleece! For then my lady Medea would not have sailed to the towers of Iolcus, her heart smitten with love for Jason, or persuaded the daughters of Pelias to kill Would that the Argo had never winged its way to the land of Colchis through the dark-blue Symplegades! 1 Would that the pine trees had never been felled in the glens of Mount Pelion and furnished oars for the hands Enter the Nurse from the central door of the skene.
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