thing the future keeps hid! My children, will you continue all your lives long to stretch out your dear hands so? Unhappy me! How prone to tears I am, how full of foreboding. And as I now at long last make up the quarrel with your father, [905] my tender eyes are filled with tears.Chorus-Leaderdarkly From my eyes too a pale tear starts. May misfortune go no further than it has!ChorusNow no more can I hope that the children shall live, no more. For already they are walking the road to murder. The bride will accept, will accept, unhappy woman, ruin in the form of a golden diadem; [980] about her fair hair with her own hand she will place the finery of Death.Enter the Tutor with the children by Eisodos B. TutorMy lady, your sons here have been reprieved from exile, and the princess has been pleased to take the gifts into her hands. From that quarter the children have peace.Medea turns away and weeps. Ah! [1005] Why are you standing in distress when your fortune is good? [Why have you turned your face away and why do you show no pleasure at this news?]MedeaAlas!TutorThis is not in tune with my tidings.MedeaAlas once more!TutorDo I in ignorance report some mishap [1010] and wrongly think my news is good?MedeaYou have reported what you have reported. I find no fault with you.TutorWhy then is your face downcast? Why do you weep?MedeaI have every reason, old man. The gods, and I in my madness, have contrived it so.Tutor[1015] Cheer up: one day your children will bring you home.MedeaBefore that there are others I shall bring home,1 wretch that I am.TutorYou are not the only woman to be separated from her children. We mortals must bear misfortune with resignation.MedeaI will do so. But go into the house [1020] and provide the children with their daily needs.Exit Tutor into the house. My children, my children, you have a city and a home,2 in which, leaving your poor mother behind, you will live henceforth, bereft of me. But I shall go to ano...
