despair, be
guilty of?
(The ATTENDANT takes the children into the house.
MEDEA (chanting within)
Ah, me! the agony I have suffered, deep enough to call for these
laments! Curse you and your father too, ye children
damned, sons of
a doomed mother! Ruin seize the whole family!
NURSE (chanting)
Ah me! ah me! the pity of it! Why, pray, do thy children share
their father's crime? Why hatest thou them? Woe is you, poor children,
how do I
grieve for you lest ye suffer some outrage! Strange are the
tempers of
princes, and maybe because they seldom have to obey, and
mostly lord it over others, change they their moods with difficulty.
'Tis better then to have been trained to live on equal terms. Be it
mine to reach old age, not in proud pomp, but in security!
Moderation wins the day first as a better word for men to use, and
likewise it is far the best course for them to
pursue; but greatness
that doth o'erreach itself, brings no
blessing to
mortal men; but pays
a
penalty of greater ruin
whenever fortune is wroth with a family.
(The CHORUS enters. The following lines between
the NURSE, CHORUS, and MEDEA are sung.)
CHORUS
I heard the voice, uplifted loud, of our poor Colchian lady, nor
yet is she quiet; speak, aged dame, for as I stood by the house with
double gates I heard a voice of
weeping from within, and I do
grieve, lady, for the sorrows of this house, for it hath won my love.
NURSE
'Tis a house no more; all that is passed away long since; a
royal bride keeps Jason at her side, while our
mistress pines away
in her bower,
finding no comfort for her soul in aught her friends can
say.
MEDEA (within)
Oh, oh! Would that Heaven's levin bolt would
cleave this head in
twain! What gain is life to me? Woe, woe is me! O, to die and win
release, quitting this loathed existence!
CHORUS
Didst hear, O Zeus, thou earth, and thou, O light, the piteous
note of woe the
hapless wife is uttering? How shall a yearning for
that insatiate resting-place ever
hasten for thee, poor
recklessone, the end that death alone can bring? Never pray for that. And if
thy lord prefers a fresh love, be not angered with him for that;
Zeus will judge 'twixt thee and him
herein. Then mourn not for thy
husband's loss too much, nor waste thyself away.
MEDEA (within)
Great Themis, and husband of Themis, behold what I am
sufferingnow, though I did bind that
accursed one, my husband, by strong
oaths to me! O, to see him and his bride some day brought to utter
destruction, they and their house with them, for that they presume
to wrong me thus unprovoked. O my father, my country, that I have left
to my shame, after slaying my own brother.
NURSE
Do ye hear her words, how loudly she adjures Themis, oft
invoked, and Zeus, whom men regard as
keeper of their oaths? On no
mere
trifle surely will our
mistress spend her rage.
CHORUS
Would that she would come forth for us to see, and listen to the
words of
counsel we might give, if haply she might lay aside the
fierce fury of her wrath, and her
temper stern. Never be my zeal at
any rate denied my friends! But go thou and bring her
hither outside
the house, and tell her this our friendly thought; haste thee ere
she do some
mischief to those inside the house, for this sorrow of
hers is mounting high.
NURSE
This will I do; but I doubt whether I shall
persuade my
mistress; still
willingly will I
undertake this trouble for you;
albeit, she glares upon her servants with the look of a lioness with
cubs, whenso anyone draws nigh to speak to her. Wert thou to call
the men of old time rude uncultured boors thou wouldst not err,
seeingthat they devised their hymns for
festive occasions, for banquets, and
to grace the board, a pleasure to catch the ear, shed o'er our life,
but no man hath found a way to allay hated grief by music and the
minstrel's
variedstrain,
whence arise slaughters and fell strokes
of fate to o'erthrow the homes of men. And yet this were surely a
gain, to heal men's wounds by music's spell, but why tune they their
idle song where rich banquets are spread? For of itself doth the