Penny Dreadfuls, 1912 · page 35 of 118
The Medea — page 35: what you’re looking at
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# Page Description This is a page of running dramatic prose—specifically dialogue from what appears to be a theatrical adaptation titled "Medea" (page 19). The text shows an exchange between the characters Medea and Creon, written in verse. Creon orders Medea to leave his kingdom, refusing to be swayed by her pleas; he expresses distrust of her despite her gentle words and warns that her doom is "passed beyond recall." Medea attempts to appeal to him by kneeling, but Creon remains unmoved, declaring that his own house answers to him, not to her.
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-_ - a Red —_— - - — MEDEA | 19 Not ill. And for thine houses’ happiness I hold no grudge. Go: marry, and God bless Your issues. Only suffer me to rest Somewhere within this land. Though sore oppressed, I will be still, knowing mine own defeat. CREON. Thy words be gentle: but I fear me yet Lest even now there creep some wickedness Deep hid within thee. And for that the less I trust thee now than ere these words began. A woman quick of wrath, aye, or a man, Is easier watching than the cold and still. Up, straight, and find thy road! Mock not my will With words. ‘This doom is passed beyond recall ; Nor all thy crafts shall help thee, being withal My manifest foe, to linger at my side. MEDEA (suddenly throwing herself down and clinging to CREON). Oh, by thy knees! By that new-wedded bride... CREON. "Tis waste of words. Thou shalt not weaken me. MEDEA. Wilt hunt me? Spurn me when I kneel to thee? CREON. Tis mine own house that kneels to me, not thou. Eomichbooks.ecom