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Make thou not for this supplication!

If thine husband hath turned and adored

New love, that estrangèd he is,

O harrow thy soul not for this.

It is Zeus that shall right thee, I wis.

Ah, pine not in over-vexation

Of spirit, bewailing thy lord!

O Lady of Justice, O Artemis' Majesty, see it, O see it—

Look on the wrongs that I suffer, by oaths everlasting who tied

The soul of mine husband, that ne'er from the curse he might free it, nor free it

From your vengeance!—O may I behold him at last, even him and his bride,

Them, and these halls therewithal, all shattered in ruin, in ruin!—

Wretches, who dare unprovoked to do to Medea despite!

O father, O city, whom erst I forsook, for undoing, undoing,

And for shame, when the blood of my brother I spilt on the path of my flight!

Do ye hear what she saith, and uplifteth her cry

Unto Themis and Zeus, to the Suppliant's King,

Oath-steward of men that be born but to die?

O my lady will lay not her anger by

Soon, making her vengeance a little thing.