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Versus from Medea
A Greek Tragedy by Euripides
Medea:
My friends, my sisters, mothers, wives,
I am ready to kill my children
and leave this land.
I cannot delay, or my children
will fall into murderous hands.
Whichever way the wheel turns, my children must
die. And if they must, I will kill them,
I who gave them birth.
Here is the sword.
I must do it now.
No thinking of my children,
I have my unlived years to grieve for them,
yes, to grieve.
Though I shall kill them, at least I loved them.
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