Monologue

Medea Monologue

From Medea by Euripides

female · anguished · 1:18 min

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I was their mother! When I heard thy prayer Of long life for them, there swept over me A horror, wondering how these things shall be. But for the matter of my need that thou Should speak with me, part I have said, and now Will finish.--Seeing it is the king's behest To cast me out from Corinth . . . aye, and best, Far best, for me--I know it--not to stay Longer to trouble thee and those who sway The realm, being held to all their house a foe. . . . Behold, I spread my sails, and meekly go To exile. But our children. . . . Could this land Be still their home awhile: could thine own hand But guide their boyhood. . . . Seek the king, and pray His pity, that he bid thy children stay!

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Medea grapples with her impending exile from Corinth and the separation from her children, expressing deep sorrow and a plea for their safety.

30s · sadness · family · exile · betrayal · motherhood

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