As some wild bacchanal, whose fury's raging fire The god inflames, now roams distraught on Pindus' snows, And now on lofty Nysa's rugged slopes; so she Now here, now there, with frenzied step is hurried on, Her face revealing every mark of stricken woe, With flushing cheek and sighs deep drawn, wild cries and tears, And laughter worse than tears. In her a medley strange Of doubts and fears is seen, and overtopping wrath, Bewailings, bitter groans of anguish.--Whither tends This overburdened soul? What mean her frenzied threats? When will the foaming wave of fury spend itself? No common crime, I fear, no easy deed of ill She meditates. Herself she will outvie. For well I recognize the wonted marks of rage. Some deed Is threatening, wild, profane and hideous. Behold, Her face betrays her madness. O ye gods, may these Our fears prove vain forebodings! Our own imaginations and our fears keep pace with those of the devoted nurse, and we listen in fearful silence while Medea, communing with her tortured soul, reveals the depth of suffering and hate into which she has been plunged. _Medea._ For thy hate, poor soul, Dost thou a measure seek? Let it be deep as love. And shall I tamely view the wedding torches' glare? And shall this day go uneventful by, this day So hardly won, so grudgingly bestowed? Nay, nay; While, poised upon her heights, the central earth shall bear The heavens up; while seasons run their endless round, And sands unnumbered lie; while days and nights and sun And stars in due procession pass; while round the pole The ocean-fearing bears revolve, and tumbling streams Flow downward to the sea: my grief shall never cease To seek revenge, and shall forever grow. What rage Of savage beast can equal mine? What Scylla famed? What sea-engulfing pool? What burning Ætna placed On impious Titan's heaving breast? No torrent stream, Nor storm-tossed sea, nor breath of flame fanned by the gale, Can check or equal my wild storm of rage. My will Is set on limitless revenge! But this wild rage can lead nowhere. She struggles to calm her terrible passion to still more terrible reason and resolve.