Penny Dreadfuls, 1912 · page 95 of 118
The Medea — page 95: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This is a page of running dramatic dialogue (page 79) from what appears to be a Victorian adaptation or translation of the classical play *Medea*. The text shows an exchange between the characters Medea and Jason in verse form. Jason laments that Medea has killed their children and curses her, calling on Zeus and the "daemons of the air" to witness her crime, while Medea dismisses his pleas. A stage direction at the bottom indicates Jason throws himself to the ground. The page contains no illustrations or advertisements.
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MEDEA 95 MEDEA. Wouldst love them and entreat? But now They were as nothing. JASON. At the last, O God, to touch that tender brow! MEDEA. Thy words upon the wind are cast. JASON. Thou, Zeus, wilt hear me. All is said For naught. Iam but spurned away And trampled by this tigress, red With children’s blood. Yet, come what may, So far as thou hast granted, yea, So far as yet my strength may stand, I weep upon these dead, and say | Their last farewell, and raise my hand To all the daemons of the air In witness of these things; how she Who slew them, will not suffer me To gather up my babes, nor bear To earth their bodies; whom, O stone Of women, would I ne’er had known ~ Nor gotten, to be slain by thee! [He casts himself upon the earth. Eomichbooks.com