Medea
Kind friends, long have I waited expectantly to know how things would at the palace chance. And lo! I see one of Jason’s servants coming hither, whose hurried gasps for breath
proclaim him the bearer of some fresh tidings.
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Messenger
Fly, fly, Medea! who hast wrought an awful deed, transgressing every law; nor leave behind or sea-borne bark or car that scours the plain.
Medea
Why, what hath chanced that calls for such a flight of mine?
Messenger
The princess is dead, a moment gone, and Creon too, her sire, slain by those drugs of thine.
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Medea
Tidings most fair are thine! Henceforth shalt thou be ranked amongst my friends and benefactors.
Messenger
Ha! What? Art sane? Art not distraught, lady,
who hearest with joy the outrage to our royal house done, and art not at the horrid tale afraid?
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Medea
Somewhat have I, too, to say in answer to thy words. Be not so hasty, friend, but tell the manner of their death, for thou wouldst give me double joy,
if so they perished miserably.
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Medea. Euripides. Edward P. Coleridge (Translator). London. 1906.
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