to remit these children's exile." Soon as she saw the ornaments, no
longer she held out, but yielded to her lord in all; and ere the
father and his sons were far from the palace gone, she took the
broidered robe and put it on, and set the golden crown about her
tresses, arranging her hair at her bright mirror, with many a happy
smile at her
breathless
counterfeit. Then rising from her seat she
passed across the
chamber, tripping
lightly on her fair white foot,
exulting in the gift, with many a glance at her uplifted ankle. When
lo! a scene of awful
horror did ensue. In a moment she turned pale,
reeled
backwards, trembling in every limb, and sinks upon a seat
scarce soon enough to save herself from falling to the ground. An aged
dame, one of her company, thinking belike it was a fit from Pan or
some god sent, raised a cry of prayer, till from her mouth she saw the
foam-flakes issue, her eyeballs rolling in their sockets, and all
the blood her face desert; then did she raise a loud
scream far
different from her former cry. Forthwith one handmaid rushed to her
father's house, another to her new
bridegroom to tell his bride's
sad fate, and the whole house echoed with their
running to and fro. By
this time would a quick walker have made the turn in a course of six
plethra and reached the goal, when she with one awful
shriek awoke,
poor
sufferer, from her
speechlesstrance and oped her closed eyes,
for against her a twofold
anguish was warring. The chaplet of gold
about her head was sending forth a
wondrousstream of ravening
flame, while the fine
raiment, thy children's gift, was preying on the
hapless maiden's fair white flesh; and she starts from her seat in a
blaze and seeks to fly, shaking her hair and head this way and that,
to cast the crown therefrom; but the gold held firm to its fastenings,
and the flame, as she shook her locks, blazed forth the more with
double fury. Then to the earth she sinks, by the cruel blow
o'ercome; past all
recognition now save to a father's eye; for her
eyes had lost their
tranquil gaze, her face no more its natural look
preserved, and from the crown of her head blood and fire in mingled
stream ran down; and from her bones the flesh kept peeling off beneath
the gnawing of those secret drugs, e'en as when the pine-tree weeps
its tears of pitch, a fearsome sight to see. And all were afraid to
touch the
corpse, for we were warned by what had chanced. Anon came
her haples father unto the house, all unwitting of her doom, and
stumbles o'er the dead, and loud he cried, and folding his arms
about her kissed her, with words like these the while, "O my poor,
poor child, which of the gods hath destroyed thee thus foully? Who
is robbing me of thee, old as I am and ripe for death? O my child,
alas! would I could die with thee!" He ceased his sad
lament, and
would have raised his aged frame, but found himself held fast by the
fine-spun robe as ivy that clings to the branches of the bay, and then
ensued a
fearful struggle. He
strove to rise, but she still held him
back; and if ever he pulled with all his might, from off his bones his
aged flesh he tore. At last he gave it up, and
breathed forth his soul
in awful
suffering; for he could no longer master the pain. So there
they lie, daughter and aged sire, dead side by side, a grievous
sight that calls for tears. And as for thee, I leave thee out of my
consideration, for thyself must discover a means to escape punishment.
Not now for the first time I think this human life a shadow; yea,
and without shrinking I will say that they
amongst men who pretend
to
wisdom and
expend deep thought on words do incur a serious charge
of folly; for
amongstmortals no man is happy;
wealth may pour in
and make one luckier than another, but none can happy be.
(The MESSENGER departs.)
LEADER OF THE CHORUS
This day the deity, it seems, will mass on Jason, as he well
deserves, heavy load of evils. Woe is thee, daughter of Creon We
pity thy sad fate, gone as thou art to Hades' halls as the price of
thy marriage with Jason.
MEDEA
My friends, I am
resolved upon the deed; at once will I slay my
children and then leave this land, without delaying long enough to
hand them over to some more
savage hand to
butcher. Needs must they
die in any case; and since they must, I will slay them-I, the mother
that bare them. O heart of mine, steel thyself! Why do I
hesitate to
do the awful deed that must be done? Come, take the sword, thou
wretched hand of mine! Take it, and advance to the post whence
starts thy life of sorrow! Away with cowardice! Give not one thought
to thy babes, how dear they are or how thou art their mother. This one
brief day forget thy children dear, and after that
lament; for
though thou wilt slay them yet they were thy darlings still, and I
am a lady of sorrows.