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Attendant.
What man is other? Dost thou learn but now
That each before his neighbour loves himself. 85 (86)
Some fairly, but some with the greed of gain?
As when, belike, for new espousals' sake
This father is no father to his sons.
Nurse.
Go in the house boys: all will yet be well. 89 (89)
Thou, to the utmost, keep them by themselves,
Nor bring them near their sorrow-frenzied mother.
For late I saw her with the roused bull's glare
View them as though she'd at them. And I trow
That she'll not bate her wrath till it have swooped
On some prey. Be it foe then and not friend!
Medea (heard speaking within).
Woe's me!
Forlorn that I am, borne down with despair! 96 (96)
Woe worth the while! If I might but die!
Nurse.
There, 'tis as I said, your mother, dear boys,
Is lashing her will, is lashing her wrath:
