Monologue

Medea Monologue

From Medea by Euripides

female · anguished · 1:02 min

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Never! Myself will lay them in a still Green sepulchre, where Hera by the Hill Hath precinct holy, that no angry men May break their graves and cast them forth again To evil. So I lay on all this shore Of Corinth a high feast for evermore And rite, to purge them yearly of the stain Of this poor blood. And I, to Pallas' plain I go, to dwell beside Pandion's son, Aegeus.--For thee, behold, death draweth on, Evil and lonely, like thine heart: the hands Of thine old Argo, rotting where she stands, Shall smite thine head in twain, and bitter be To the last end thy memories of me. [She rises on the chariot and is slowly borne away.

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Medea confronts her impending isolation and the consequences of her actions, expressing her desire for vengeance and the sorrow of her lost family.

30s · despair · death · revenge · isolation · betrayal

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