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Chorus.
But thou wert then the woefullest of women.
Medea.
So be it. Wasted are all tempering words.
(To the Nurse)
But thou, go, speed thee and bring Jason here;
For I do use thee in all trusty things. 820 (821)
But nothing speak of that I have resolved
If thou mean thy mistress well and be true woman.
CHORUS.
Strophe I.
The Athenians, great from long ago,
And children of the gods in heaven,
Still for their daily nurture know 825 (827)
The loftiest food of wisdom given
A hallowed and unconquered state;
And, through their bright translucent air,
Move ever with proud jubilant gait,
There, as old rhymes relate, 830 (831)
Where erst Harmonia, of the yellow hair,
The virgin nine Pierian muses bare.
