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Euripides, Medea (ed. David Kovacs), line 1389 (search)
Now you speak to them, now you greet them, when before you thrust them from you.
By the gods, I beg you, let me touch the tender flesh of my children!
It cannot be. Your words are uttered in vain.
Zeus, do you hear this, how I am driven away and what treatment I endure from this unclean, child-murdering monster? But with all the strength I have, I make my lament and adjure the gods, calling the heavenly powers to witness that you killed my sons and now forbid me to touch them or to bury their bodies. Oh that I had never begotten them, never seen them dead at your hands!Medea with the corpses of her children is borne aloft away from Corinth. Exit Jason by Eisodos B.
Zeus on Olympus has many things in his treasure-house, and many are the things the gods accomplish against our expectation. What men expect is not brought to pass, but a god finds a way to achieve the unexpected. Such is the outcome of this story.Exit Chorus by Eisodos B.