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 Therefore this much I fain would gain of you,

That, if I find a way and a device

To recompense my husband for these wrongs,

And her he wed and him who gave his daughter,

Ye will keep counsel. For in other things

Is a woman full of fears and most ill-fit

For battles and to look upon the sword;

But come there treason to her bridal bed

There is no other mind more thirsts for blood.

This will I do. For righteously wilt thou

Avenge thyself upon thy spouse, Medea:

Nor marvel I that thou dost mourn thy fate.

But I see Creon, sovereign of this land,

Approach, a messenger of new resolves.

Thee, sullen-browed and chafing at thy spouse,

Medea, I command that from this realm

Thou go an exile, taking thy two sons.

And linger not, for mine is the decree,

Nor will I enter in my house again

Till I have driven thee past this land's last bounds.