ACTUS TERTIUS
With fire and shapen as kisses. And those arms
And kisses and mad movements of quick love
Burnt up his being, and his life was lost
In woman’s love at last!
CHORUS.
Unseemly act!
Who dared thus break on meditation?
MEDEA.
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CHORUS.
Surely thy passion mastered thee, O queen!
MEDEA.
I tell you—thus the night passed.
CHORUS.
Verily,
The woman raves.
MEDEA.
Such victory as this
Outsails all shame. Before the dawn was up
I bound such talismans about his breast
That fire and steel grow dew and flowery wreaths
For all their power to hurt him. Presently
I made a posset, drugged with somnolence,
Sleepy with poppy and white hellebore,
Fit for the dragon. This was my design.
CHORUS,
Beware thy father’s anger when he finds
His plans thus baffled! He will murder us.
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