Penny Dreadfuls, 1912 · page 37 of 118
The Medea — page 37: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This is a page of running dramatic prose—specifically, a dialogue scene in verse from what appears to be a theatrical adaptation of the classical tragedy *Medea*. The exchange shows Creon refusing Medea's initial plea for exile, then relenting when she appeals to his sympathy as a father, offering her one day to arrange for her children's welfare before banishment—but threatening death if she and her child remain within his borders past tomorrow's sunrise. The text is printed in a plain, aged typeface on yellowed paper typical of Victorian serialized literature.
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SY A, aa ae a + F = Og ae a Pee ae ye ee, eee, . all call ial - ee | | | a CREON. Thou wilt not? I must face the harsher task? MEDEA I accept mine exile. ’Tis not that I ask. o- CREON. Why then so wild? Why clinging to mine hand? MEDEA (vising). For one day only leave me in thy land At peace, to find some counsel, ere the strain Of exile fall, some comfort for these twain, Mine innocents; since others take no thought, It seems, to save the babes that they begot. Ah! Thou wilt pity them! Thou also art A father: thou hast somewhere still a heart That feels. . . . I reck not of myself: ’tis they That break me, fallen upon so dire a day. CREON. Mine is no tyrant’s mood. Aye, many a time Ere this my tenderness hath marred the chime Of wisest counsels. And I know that now I do mere folly. Butso be it! Thou Shalt have this grace . . . But this I warn thee clear, If once the morrow’s sunlight find thee here Within my borders, thee or child of thine, Thou diest! ... Of this judgment not a line ae” EORMIC OOO KS {CORN