Nurse
’Tis a house no more; all that is passed away long since;
a royal bride keeps Jason at her side, while our mistress pines away in her bower, finding no comfort for her soul in aught her friends can say.
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Medea
(within). Oh, oh! Would that Heaven’s levin bolt would cleave this head in twain!
What gain is life to me? Woe, woe is me! O, to die and win release, quitting this loathed existence!
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Medea. Euripides. Edward P. Coleridge (Translator). London. 1906.
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