Chorus
Didst hear, didst hear the children’s cry? O lady, born to sorrow, victim of an evil fate!
1
1st Son
(within). Ah, me; what can I do? Whither fly to escape my mother’s blows?
2
2nd Son
(within). I know not, sweet brother mine; we are undone.
3
Chorus
Shall I enter the house? For the children’s sake I am resolved to ward off the murder.
1275
1st Son
(within). Yea, by heaven I adjure you; help, your aid is needed.
4
2nd Son
(within). Even now the toils of the sword are closing round us.
5
Chorus
O hapless mother, surely thou hast a heart of stone or steel
to slay the offspring of thy womb by such a murderous doom.
1280
Medea. Euripides. Edward P. Coleridge (Translator). London. 1906.
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