Epeisodion 1
Creon
Begone, thou silly woman, and free me from my toil.
Medea
The toil is mine, no lack of it.
Creon
Soon wilt thou be thrust out forcibly by the hand of servants.
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Medea
Not that, not that, I do entreat thee, Creon!
Creon
Thou wilt cause disturbance yet, it seems.
Medea
I will begone; I ask thee not this boon to grant.
Creon
Why then this violence? why dost thou not depart?
Medea
Suffer me to abide this single day and devise some plan for the manner of my exile, and means of living for my children, since their father cares not to provide his babes therewith. Then pity them; thou too hast children of thine own;
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thou needs must have a kindly heart. For my own lot I care naught, though I an exile am, but for those babes I weep, that they should learn what sorrow means.
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Creon
Mine is a nature anything but harsh; full oft by showing pity have I suffered shipwreck;
and now albeit I clearly see my error, yet shalt thou gain this request, lady; but I do forewarn thee, if to-morrow’s rising sun shall find thee and thy children within the borders of this land, thou diest; my word is spoken and it will not lie.
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So now, if abide thou must, stay this one day only, for in it thou canst not do any of the fearful deeds I dread.
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