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SCENE the FIFTH.
MEDEA, COLCHIANS and PHÆACIANS.FIRST COLCHIAN.
Thou dost not droop. This tyrant's empty threats
Thy very breath could dissipate like clouds,
Which for a-while some hideous form assume,
Then pass away dissolv'd to fleeting vapor.
I too will aid thee. By thy father's sister
I was held dear, by Circé, pow'rful queen,
Who taught me various spels and incantations.
MEDEA.
Go then, and bring my wand, that potent rod,
Which grew a branch of ebony o'ershading
The throne of Pluto; sever'd thence, and dipt
Thrice in the cold of Lethe's sleeping lake,
By Hecaté on Circé was bestow'd,
By her on me to still the winds and floods,
Night's drowsy curtains o'er the sky to draw,
And all its active fires entrance to rest.
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Who share so kindly in Medea's woes.
I would not pierce your gentle hearts with terror.
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