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Medea.
We will go forth. I pleaded not of that.
Creon.
Why dost thou strive then, nor wilt leave this realm? 340 (339)
Medea.
Let me remain this one day and revolve
Some plan to fly, some refuge for my boys,
Since the father cares not for his sons to fend.
But pity them: thou also art a father,
And surely dost know natural tenderness. 345 (345)
For me, I care not if we must go forth,
But I weep them now schooled to adversity.
Creon.
My mind by nature is nought tyrannous,
And oft by pity have I harmed myself:
And now I see, oh woman, that I err: 350 (350)
Yet shalt thou gain this. Yet I do forwarn thee,
If the next coming day's torch of the heavens
Shall see thee and thy boys in this realm's bounds,
