Studies in the Poetry of Italy, Part I. Roman — John Stuart Mill — John Shaqi
Studies in the Poetry of Italy, Part I. Roman
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If now to homeless exile thou dost send me forth,
Give back the countless treasures which I left for thee.
And now again we have a situation which only the quick, sharp flashes,
the clash of words like steel on steel, can relieve. Here is no chance
for long periods, nor flights of oratory; but sentences as short and
sharp as swords, flashes of feeling, stinging epigrams.
_Jason._ Though Creon, in a vengeful mood, would have thy life,
I moved him by my tears to grant thee flight instead.
_Medea._ I thought my exile punishment; 'tis now, I see,
A gracious boon!
_Jason._ O flee, while still the respite holds.
Provoke him not, for deadly is the wrath of kings.
_Medea._ Not so. 'Tis for Creüsa's love thou sayest this;
Thou wouldst remove the hated wanton once thy wife.
_Jason._ Dost thou reproach me with a guilty love?
_Medea._ Yea, that,
And murder too, and treachery.
_Jason._ But name me now,
If so thou canst, the crimes that I have done.
_Medea._ Thy crimes--
Whatever I have done.
_Jason._ Why then, in truth, thy guilt
Must all be mine, if all thy crimes are mine.
_Medea._ They are,
They are all thine: for who by sin advantage gains
Commits the sin. All men proclaim thy wife defiled;
Do thou thyself protect her and condone her sins.
Let her be guiltless in thine eyes who for thy gain
Has sinned.
_Jason._ But gifts which sin has brought 'twere shame to take.
_Medea._ Why keep'st thou then the gifts which it were shame to take?
_Jason._ Nay, curb thy fiery soul! Thy children--for their sake
Be calm.
_Medea._ My children! Them I do refuse, reject,
Renounce! Shall then Creüsa brothers bear to these
My children?
_Jason._ But the queen can aid thy wretched sons.
_Medea._ May that day never dawn, that day of shame and woe,
When in one house are joined the low-born and the high,
The sons of that foul robber Sisyphus, and these
The sons of Phoebus.
_Jason._ Wretched one, and wilt thou, then
Involve me also in thy fall? Begone, I pray.
_Medea._ The king hath yielded to my prayer.
_Jason._ What wouldst thou then?
_Medea._ Of thee? I'd have thee dare the law.
_Jason._ The royal power
Doth compass me.