THE MEDEA
No need to pray for that.
Suppose your man gives honor 155—
To another woman's bed.
It often happens. Don't be hurt.
God will be your friend in this.
You must not waste away
Grieving too much for him who shared your bed.
Medea
Great Themis, lady Artemis, behold 160
The things I suffer, though I made him promise,
My hateful husband. I pray that I may see him,
Him and his bride and all their palace shattered
For the wrong they dare to do me without cause. 165
Oh, my father! Oh, my country! In what dishonor
I left you, killing my own brother for it.
Nurse
Do you hear what she says, and how she cries
On Themis, the goddess of Promises, and on Zeus,
Whom we believe to be the Keeper of Oaths? 170
Of this I am sure, that no small thing
Will appease my mistress* anger.
Chorus
Will she come into our presence?
Will she listen when we are speaking
To the words we say? 175
I wish she might relax her rage
And temper of her heart.
My willingness to help will never
Be wanting to my friends.
But go inside and bring her 180
Out of the house to us,
And speak kindly to her: hurry,
Before she wrongs her own.
This passion of hers moves to something great.
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