NUTR. Non metuis arma? MED. Sint licet terra edita, NUTR. Moriere. med. Cupio. nutr. Profuge. med. Poenituit fugse. Medea fugiam? nutr. Mater es. med. Cui fim, vides. NUTR. Profugere dubitas? MED. Fugiam: at ulcifcar prius. NUTR. Vindex fequetur. med. Forfan inveniam moras. NUTR. Compefce verba; parce jam demens minis, Animofque minue. tempori aptari decet, 175 MED. Fortuna opes aufen'e. non animum poteft, Sad cujus i(Su regius cardo ftrepit? Ipfe eft Pelafgo turaidus imperio Creon.
CREON, MEDEA.
Creon Medeam in exfilium propere abire imperio urget:
ilia diei unius moram vix impetiat.
NURSE.
Dost thou not fear the blood-thirsty weapons of the warrior?
MEDEA.
No, not if they sprang forthwith from the earth! (alluding to the giants sprung from the serpent's teeth when thrown into the earth).
NURSE.
Thou mightst die!
MEDEA.
This is what I desire most.
NURSE.
Flee!
MEDEA.
I have had a little experience in fleeing, which I have had reason to repent.—Shall I, a Medea, attempt flight again, that have boldly faced every danger?
