THE MEDEA
Into such a trap she will fall,
Poor thing, into such a fate of death and never
Escape from under that curse.
You, too, O wretched bridegroom, making your match
with kings, 990
You do not see that you hring
Destruction on your children and on her.
Your wife, a fearful death.
Poor soul, what a fall is yours! 995
In your grief, too, I weep, mother of little children,
You who will murder your own,
In vengeance for the loss of married love
Which Jason has betrayed 1000
As he lives with another wife.
(Enter the Tutor with the children.)
Tutor
Mistress, I tell you that these children are reprieved,
And the royal bride has been pleased to take in her hands
Your gifts. In that quarter the children are secure.
But come,
Why do you stand confused when you are fortunate? 1005
Why have you turned round with your cheek away from
me?
Are not these words of mine pleasing for you to hear?
Medea.
Ohi I am lost!
Tutor
That word is not in harmony with my tidings*
Medea
I am lost, I am lost!
Tutor
Am I in ignorance telling you
Of some disaster, and not the good news I thought? 1010
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