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Who, with the god's help, shall pay forfeit yet.
For neither shall he more behold alive
His sons by me nor shall his new made wife
Bear to him other sons, since the ill wench
Shall die an ill death, doomed by my drugged salves.
Let none believe me weak and lethargic 806 (807)
Nor tame in spirit, but far other souled;
Dour to my foes, but to my friends most helpful:
For the lives of such do wear the nobler grace.
Chorus.
Now, since thou hast possessed us of thy thought,
Much anxious both to serve thee and give help
To human laws, I urge thee, do not thus. 812 (813)
Medea.
It may no otherwise. But 'tis excused
That thou so speak'st, who bear'st not wrongs as I.
Chorus.
But, lady, hast thou heart to kill thy sons? 815 (816)
Medea.
Since thus my husband's heart were deepest stung.
