Penny Dreadfuls, 1912 · page 77 of 118
The Medea — page 77: what you’re looking at
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This is a page of running prose from what appears to be a dramatic adaptation of the classical tragedy *Medea* (page 61). The text presents Medea's farewell to her children before she leaves them, with stage directions in italics describing her emotional breakdown when she touches their hands. After the children exit, a Chorus reflects on the tragic power of a woman's conflicted heart torn between anger and the search for wisdom. The page contains dialogue, stage directions, and choral verse typical of theatrical works.
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MEDEA | 61 Must go so long a journey, and these twain A longer yet and darker, I would fain Speak with them, ere I go. [A handmaid brings the CHILDREN out again. Come, children; stand A little from me. There. Reach out your hand, Your right hand—so—to mother: and good-bye! [She has kept them hitherto at arm's length: but at the touch of their hands, her resolu- tion breaks down, and she gathers them passionately into her arms. Oh, darling hand! Oh, darling mouth, and eye, And royal mien, and. bright brave faces clear, May you be blessed, but not here! What here ~ Was yours, your father stole. . . . Ah God, the glow Of cheek on cheek, the tender touch; and Oh, Sweet scent of childhood. ... Go! Go!...AmI blindP ... Mine eyes can see not, when I look to find Their places. I am broken by the wings Of evil. -. Yea, I know to what bad things I go, but louder than all thought doth cry Anger, which maketh man’s worst misery [She follows the CHILDREN ihto the house. CHORUS. My thoughts have roamed a cloudy land, And heard a fierier music fall Than woman’s heart should stir withal: And yet some Muse majestical, _ Unknown, hath hold of woman’s hand, Seeking for Wisdom—not in all: Eomichooks.com