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    Medea
    Medea
    Medea
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    Medea

    By Seneca

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    Medea finds her position in the Greek world threatened when her husband Jason attempts to leave her for a Greek princess of Corinth.

    In this classic translation of Seneca’s Medea, Ella Harris retains the powerful effects of the monologues, as well as the unique flavor of Seneca's language.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherEnhanced Media Publishing
    Release dateFeb 20, 2017
    ISBN9781365769863
    Medea
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    Seneca

    The writer and politician Seneca the Younger (c. 4 BCE–65 CE) was one of the most influential figures in the philosophical school of thought known as Stoicism. He was notoriously condemned to death by enforced suicide by the Emperor Nero.

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      Medea - Seneca

      Medea

      By Seneca

      Table of Contents

      Title Page

      Medea

      Dramatis Personae

      ACT I | Scene I

      Scene II

      ACT II | Scene I

      Scene II

      Scene III

      ACT III | Scene I

      Scene II

      Scene III

      Scene IV

      ACT IV | Scene I

      Scene II

      Scene III

      ACT V | Scene I

      Scene II

      Scene III

      Further Reading: Plato Six Pack – Euthyphro, Apology, Crito, Phaedo, The Allegory of the Cave and Symposium

      Medea by Seneca. Translated by Ella Isabel Harris. First published in 1899. This edition published 2017 by Enhanced Media. All rights reserved.

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      ISBN: 978-1-365-76986-3.

      Dramatis Personae

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      Jason

      Creon

      Medea

      Nurse

      Messenger

      Chorus of Corinthian Women.

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      Scene—Corinth.

      ACT I

      Scene I

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      Medea [alone]. Ye gods of marriage;

      Lucina, guardian of the genial bed;

      Pallas, who taught the tamer of the seas

      To steer the Argo; stormy ocean's lord;

      Titan, dividing bright day to the world;

      And thou three-formed Hecate, who dost shed

      Thy conscious splendor on the hidden rites!

      Ye by whom Jason plighted me his troth;

      And ye Medea rather should invoke:

      Chaos of night eternal; realm opposed

      To the celestial powers; abandoned souls;

      Queen of the dusky realm; Persephone

      By better faith betrayed; you I invoke,

      But with no happy voice. Approach, approach,

      Avenging goddesses with snaky hair,

      Holding in blood-stained hands your sulphurous torch!

      Come now as horrible as when of yore

      Ye stood beside my marriage-bed; bring death

      To the new bride, and to the royal seed,

      And Creon; worse for Jason I would ask—

      Life! Let him roam in fear through unknown lands,

      An exile, hated, poor, without a home;

      A guest now too well known, let him, in vain,

      Seek alien doors, and long for me, his wife!

      And, yet a last revenge, let him beget

      Sons like their father, daughters like their mother!

      'Tis done; revenge is even now brought forth—

      I have borne sons to Jason. I complain

      Vainly, and cry aloud with useless words,

      Why do I not attack mine enemies?

      I will strike down the torches from their hands,

      The light from heaven. Does the sun see this,

      The author of our race, and still give light?

      And, sitting in his chariot, does he still

      Run through the accustomed spaces of the sky,

      Nor turn again to seek his rising place,

      And measure back the day? Give me

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