Euripides' MEDEA Complete

Translated by E. Coleridge.

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Messenger: 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.

Medea: Why, what hath chanced that calls for such a flight of mine?

Messenger: The princess is dead, a moment gone, and Creon too, her
sire, slain by those drugs of thine.

Medea: Tidings most fair are thine! Henceforth shalt thou be ranked
amongst my friends and benefactors.

Messenger: Ha! What? Art sane? Art not distraught, lady, who hearest
with joy the outrage to our royal house done, and art not at the horrid tale afraid?

Medea: Somewhat have I, too, to say in answer to thy words. Be not
so hasty, friend, but tell the manner of their death, for thou wouldst
give me double joy, if so they perished miserably.

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