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ACTUS QUINTUS DANAIDES, This also seems to us no easy task. MEDEA. He sleeps through noon, while others are abroad. ALCESTIS. Let us make haste! Dear queen, how good you are! MEDEA. One thing remember! While you say the spell— Here is the parchment !—let no thought arise In any of your minds! atcestis. [Zo her Sisters.] Remember that ! MEDEA. Else—Ototototoi ! FIRST DANAID. What woe is this? MEDEA. The charm is broken. SECOND DANAID. And our father-—— MEDEA. Lost! DANAIDES. Ai Ai! Ai Ai! Ai Ai! MEDEA. Ai Ai! Ai Ai!
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4 ARGONAUTAE ALCESTIS. Ah me! but she must wake! A black, black deed Hangs on the house. MEDEA. What meets my waking ear? Alcestis! ALCESTIS. Ah, dear queen, lament, lament! I am undone by my own—— MEDEA. What! the work? ALCESTIS. Alas! Alas! the work! MEDEA. Thy father? ALCESTIS. Slain CHORUS. Ai Ai! the old man slain! MEDEA. Ai Ai! ALCESTIS. Ai Ai! MEDEA. The strong spell broken? ALCESTIS. Nay, but thoughts arose,
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6 ARGONAUTAE MEDEA, I meditate the ancient prophecy. Thus a foreboding is upon my heart, Seeing some danger follow yet, o’erhang Our heads, poised gaily in incertitude! SECOND DANAID. Nay, grieve not, dear Medea! All men say The prophecy is well fulfilled. MEDEA. Ay me! “Until the king shall die and live again.” ALCESTIS. What means that? MEDEA, I have meditated long. SECOND DANAID. To what sad end? MEDEA. At the full end I see Allusion to my magic—to that spell Whereby an old man may renew his youth. ALCESTIS. Our father! MEDEA. You have guess…
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8 ARGONAUTAE MEDEA. Nay, consider first. Would he consent? The process is severe! DANAIDES. We know the sire is not exactly brave, Though very wise and good. MEDEA. Tis clear to me; Without his knowledge we must do the deed. ALCESTIS. What is this “deed”? MEDEA. A caldron is prepared; And, having hewn your father limb from limb, We seethe him in a broth of magic herbs. ALCESTIS. And then? MEDEA. The proper incantations said, There rises from the steam a youthful shape More godlike than like man. nd he will fall In kind embraces on his children’…
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10 ARGONAUTAE MEDEA. ; Heroes indeed ye are, and lion hearts. CHORUS, No woman need school me in bravery. MEDEA, Rather a hare. CHORUS. Most impudent of whores! MEDEA. But when my husband comes victorious Fleece-laden, he will rather-—— CHORUS. Wilt thou then Further my ruin, making known this shame? MEDEA. Here is the Argive sense of gratitude. Let me stir up its subtler thought, and show What favours ye may gather afterward From hands and lips ye scorn—not courteously. CHORUS. What? Canst thou save me from this newer doom? MEDEA. I love your …
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ACTUS QUINTUS 15 So many thoughts—or ever I was ware— And he—the cauldron seethes—— MEDEA, He rises not? ALCESTIS. Nought but moist smoke springs up. MEDEA. Alas! for me! All is but lost. ALCESTIS. Canst thou do anything? MEDEA. Nothing. Ai Ai! ALCESTIS. Ai Ai! CHORUS. Ai Ai! Ai Ai! JASON. What! Shall the hunter find his joy abroad, And sorrow in his house? MEDEA. Thy very hearth Polluted with the old man’s blood! ACASTUS. What blood? Answer me, woman!
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ACTUS QUINTUS MEDEA. The child Hath hewn her sire asunder, seething him In herbs of sacred power. ACASTUS. By thy decree? MEDEA, Nay! MADNESS. Safer is it to admit to these Fools—charge the child with lack of fortune! MEDEA. Yea! I bade her take a waxen shape, carved well To look like the old man—— ALCESTIS. Nay! nay! the Sire Himself we stole on sleeping—— CHORUS. Hewn apart! Ai Ai! MEDEA. I said not thus! ALCESTIS, I am so wild, Bewildered with these tears. 17
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ACTUS QUINTUS DANAIDES. But this is very difficult to do. MEDEA. For me such miracles are merely play, Serving to while away the idle hours While Jason hunts — ALCESTIS. How grand it were to see Our aged father rival the strong youths In feats of great agility! MEDEA. Agreed! But surely you should work the charm yourselves. For children magic is a blithesome game! DANAIDES. Dear lady! teach us how to say the spell! MEDEA, Words must be aided by appalling deeds! ALCESTIS. O! O! you frighten us. MEDEA, Be brave, my child! I too passed through unu…
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ACTUS QUINTUS JASON. But what is this? A sword? I scorn a sword. I scorn a boy. Let none suppose me fearful! MEDEA. Give not back! MADNESS, It will be finer far to go away As those disdaining aught but their own love. MEDEA, Ay! let us leave these folk’s ingratitude; My husband! in thy love alone I rest. This splendour and this toil alike resume Our life from the long honeymoon of love We wish at heart. JASON. To Corinth! MEDEA. Creon bears The name of favourable to suppliants. ACASTUS. How virtue tames these tameless ones! To-day I am indeed a…
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…all your prayers are answered by yourselves, As I myself achieve this thought of mine. CHORUS. To me thou seemest to blaspheme the gods. MEDEA. Belike I seem, O ye of little wit. CHORUS. Surely thy tender years and gentle looks Belie such hatred to our king! I scorn To triumph on an enemy once fallen. MEDEA. Fools always! I am tenderer than my years, And gentler than my glances. CHORUS. Sayst thou—what? MEDEA, Ye know me a most powerful sorceress. CHORUS. So I have heard, O lotus-footed one! Nathless I see not any miracle. MEDEA, Last night the…
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8 ARGONAUTAE CHORUS. Thy bitter love disturbed that solitude? MEDEA. Not bitter, heroes. See ye yet the end? CHORUS. Our good quest ended by thy father’s hate, And by thy own hour’s madness! This I see. MEDEA. But if he gain the Fleece? CHORUS. A blissful end. MEDEA. This end and that are moulded diversely. CHORUS. Riddle no more, nor ply with doubtful hope Hearts ready to rejoice and to despair Equally minded. MEDEA. At the midmost hour, His mind given up to sleepless muttering Of charms not mine—decrees Olympian— All on a sudden he felt ferve…
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ACTUS TERTIUS 11 MEDEA. I will not leave him ever in the world. CHORUS. Persistence in these ills—will cure them not. “Worst” is the hunter, “ worse” the hound, when “ bad ” Is the stag’s name. MEDEA. We rule Iolchus’ land. CHORUS. Indeed the hunter follows. I despise Lewd conduct in the lowest, and detest Spells hurtful to the head, when ancient hags Brew their bad liquors at the waning moon, Barking their chants of murder. But to rule A land, and wive a king, and breed to him Kings—then such persons are unsuitable. MEDEA. Unless these words w…
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20 ARGONAUTAE SEMICHORUS I. His patience shows as something marvellous. SEMICHORUS 2. Virtue takes insult from the fortuneless. MEDEA. The curse of Ares dog you into Hades! I have my reasons [doubtfully] ay, my reasons plain! Going, not forced. CHORUS. Yet going—that is good! JASON, To Corinth! Bride of my own heart, Medea, Well hast thou put thy power off for the time Preferring love to pomp, and peace to revel. MEDEA. And the soft cushions of the moss-grown trees To royal pillows, and the moon’s young light To gaudy lamps of antique workmansh…
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ARGONAUTAE. ACTUS QUARTUS. Jason, MEDEA, ORPHEUS, THESEUS, HERACLES, Chorus of Heroes, the Sirens. ScENE: Zhe Argo. MEDEA. Ay! I would murder not my brother only, But tear my own limbs, strew them on the sea, To keep one fury from the man I love! CHORUS. This act and speech are much akin to madness. MEDEA. Remember that your own skins pay the price. CHORUS. I now remember somewhat of the voice Of the oracle, that Madness should hunt hard On the thief’s furtive track, upon the prow Brooding, and at the table president, And spouse-like in the bed…
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… of the night I may escape Aeetes. JASON. If he chase, Our Argo is not battered by rough winds So far but what some fight were possible. meDEA. [Leads forward ABSYRTUS.] I know a better way than that, my lord. This boy shall come with us. JASON. Ah, not to Greece! Aea needs to-morrow’s king. MEDEA. “With us” I said. ‘To Greece ”—I said not. CHORUS. What is this? Thou hintest at some dangerous destiny. MEDEA. Come, love, to the long years of love with me! JASON. Form, heroes, and in solemn order stride; The body-guardians of the Golden Fleece!
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ACTUS TERTIUS MEDEA. Guarding your king and queen on every side— CHORUS, We sail triumphant to the land of Greece. MEDEA. A woman’s love, a woman’s power be told Through ages, gainers of the Fleece of Gold. EXPLICIT ACTUS TERTIUS. 19
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…sliding amber. Dim winds shall whisper echoes of Our slow ecstatic breath, Telling all worlds how sweet is love, How beautiful is death. MEDEA. Sing, Orpheus, this doth madden them the most. Should one man leap—This tune is terrible ! ORPHEUS. I am not moved, although I am a man. So strong a safeguard is cool chastity. MEDEA. But love thou me! My husband is distraught. ORPHEUS. Madness is on him for thy punishment. MEDEA. Sing, therefore! ORPHEUS. This last song of theirs was sweet.
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… quick love Burnt up his being, and his life was lost In woman’s love at last! CHORUS. Unseemly act! Who dared thus break on meditation? MEDEA. IL CHORUS. Surely thy passion mastered thee, O queen! MEDEA. I tell you—thus the night passed. CHORUS. Verily, The woman raves. MEDEA. Such victory as this Outsails all shame. Before the dawn was up I bound such talismans about his breast That fire and steel grow dew and flowery wreaths For all their power to hurt him. Presently I made a posset, drugged with somnolence, Sleepy with poppy and white helle…
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ACTUS QUARTUS MEDEA. I see a barren rock above the tides. JASON. I hear a sound like water whispering. MEDEA. I hear a harsh noise like some ancient crone Muttering curses. JASON. Now I hear a song. ’Tis like some shape of sleep that moans for joy, Some bridal sob of love! MEDEA. O Son of God! My poet, swiftly leap the live lyre forth! Else we are all enchanted—yet to me This song is nowise lovely. But in him I note the live look of the eyes leap up, And all his love for me forgotten straight At the mere echo of that tune. ORPHEUS. Hark, friend…
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16 ARGONAUTAE MEDEA. To thy knees, false hound, Fawning to snap! ACASTUS. What misery, pale slaves, Lament ye? CHORUS. Ah! the ill omen! Ah, the day! Alcestis hath her sire in error slain. ACASTUS. Sister! ALCESTIS. O brother, bear thine anger back! ACASTUS. Speak! ALCESTIS. Ah, the prophecy! Ai Ai! CHORUS. Ai Ai! ACASTUS. What folly masks what wickedness? Speak on! ALCESTIS. I cannot speak. JASON. Speak thou, Medea!