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.

  1. The man is shrewd and versed in such-like lore.
Aegeus
  1. Aye, and to me the dearest of all my warrior friends.
Medea
  1. Good luck to thee! success to all thy wishes!
Aegeus
  1. But why that downcast eye, that wasted cheek?
Medea
  1. O Aegeus, my husband has proved a monster of iniquity.
Aegeus
  1. What meanest thou? explain to me clearly the cause of thy despondency.
Medea
  1. Jason is wronging me though I have given him no cause.
Aegeus
  1. What hath he done? tell me more clearly.
Medea
  1. He is taking another wife to succeed me as mistress of his house.
Aegeus
  1. Can he have brought himself to such a dastard deed?
Medea
  1. Be assured thereof; I, whom he loved of yore, am in dishonour now.
Aegeus
  1. Hath he found a new love? or does he loathe thy bed?
Medea
  1. Much in love is he! A traitor to his friend is he become.
Aegeus
  1. Enough! if he is a villain as thou sayest.
Medea
  1. The alliance he is so much enamoured of is with a princess.
Aegeus
  1. Who gives his daughter to him? go on, I pray.
Medea
  1. Creon, who is lord of this land of Corinth.
Aegeus
  1. Lady, I can well pardon thy grief.
Medea
  1. I am undone, and more than that, am banished from the land.
Aegeus
  1. By whom? fresh woe this word of thine unfolds.