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72 At home, while they do battle with the spear.

Falsely they deem: twice would I under shield

Stand, rather than bear childbirth peril once.

Yet thee and me the selfsame reasons touch not.

Thine is this city, thine a father's home;

Hast bliss of life and fellowship of friends.

But I, lone, cityless, and outraged thus

Of him who kidnapped me from foreign shores,

Mother nor brother have I, kinsman none,

For port of refuge from calamity.

Wherefore I fain would win of thee this boon:—

If any path be found me, or device,

Whereby to avenge these wrongs upon mine husband,

On her who weds, on him who gives the bride,

Keep silence. Woman quails at every peril,

Faint-heart to face the fray and look on steel;

But when in wedlock-rights she suffers wrong,

No spirit more bloodthirsty shall be found.

This will I; for 'tis just that thou, Medea,

Requite thy lord: no marvel thou dost grieve.

But I see Kreon, ruler of this land,

Advancing, herald of some new decree.

Enter Kreon.

Thee the black-lowering, wroth against thy lord,

Medea, bid I forth this land to fare

An exile, taking thy two sons with thee,

And make no tarrying: daysman of this cause

Am I, and homeward go I not again

Ere from the land's bounds I have cast thee forth.