Et imagine tangor; Moveor. Medea does not rest satisfied with prayers and entreaties; her expressions are full of love and tenderness. Notwithstanding the many reproaches she throws out against him, she occasionally drops some sentences that shew the sure hold he still had of her heart. The reproaches, far from manifesting any decay of her passion, are the clearest evidences of it's strength, and flow from a sense of ill-requited love.
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