Medea
Euripides
Euripides. The Plays of Euripides, Translated into English Prose from the Text of Paley. Vol. I. Coleridge, Edward P., translator. London: George Bell and Sons, 1906.
- Fly, fly, Medea! who hast wrought an awful deed, transgressing every law; nor leave behind or sea-borne bark or car that scours the plain.
- Why, what hath chanced that calls for such a flight of mine?
- The princess is dead, a moment gone, and Creon too, her sire, slain by those drugs of thine.