EURIPIDES
Medea
Go to your palace. Bury your bride.
Jason
I go, with two children to mourn for. 1395
Medea
Not yet do you feel it. Wait for the future.
Jason
Oh, children I loved!
Medea
I loved them, you did not.
Jason
You loved them, and killed them.
Medea
,,; To make you feel pain.
Jason
Oh, wretch that I am, how I long
To kiss the dear lips of my children! 1400
Medea
Now you would speak to them, now you would kiss them.
Then you rejected them.
Jason
Let me, I beg you,
Touch my boys' delicate flesh.
Medea
I will not. Your words are all wasted.
Jason
O God, do you hear it, this persecution, 1405
These my sufferings from this hateful
Woman, this monster, murderess of children?
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