Here the children come. | |
They have finished playing. | |
They have no thought of their mother's trouble. | |
What do the young know of grief? | |
Poor creature, she has discovered by her sufferings | |
What it means to one not to have lost one's country. | |
I am afraid she may think of some dreadful thing, for her heart is violent. | |
I know her ??? and I fear | |
Lest she may sharpen a sword and thrust to the heart, | |
Stealing into the palace where the bed is made, | |
Or even kill the king. | |
(The Medea, Euripides) |
Here the children come. | |
They have finished playing. | |
They have no thought of their mother' s trouble. | |
What do the young know of grief? | |
Poor creature, she has discovered by her sufferings | |
What it means to one not to have lost one' s country. | |
I am afraid she may think of some dreadful thing, for her heart is violent. | |
I know her ??? and I fear | |
Lest she may sharpen a sword and thrust to the heart, | |
Stealing into the palace where the bed is made, | |
Or even kill the king. | |
The Medea, Euripides |
Here the children come. | |
They have finished playing. | |
They have no thought of their mother' s trouble. | |
What do the young know of grief? | |
Poor creature, she has discovered by her sufferings | |
What it means to one not to have lost one' s country. | |
I am afraid she may think of some dreadful thing, for her heart is violent. | |
I know her ??? and I fear | |
Lest she may sharpen a sword and thrust to the heart, | |
Stealing into the palace where the bed is made, | |
Or even kill the king. | |
The Medea, Euripides |