Nurse.
The Colchians are thy foes; thy husband's vows have failed;
Of all thy vast possessions not a jot is left.
Medea. Yet I am left. There's left both sea and land and fire
And sword and gods and hurtling thunderbolts.
Nurse.
The king must be revered.
Medea.
My father was a king.
Nurse.
Dost thou not fear?
Medea.
Not though the earth produced the foe.
Nurse.
Thou'lt perish.
Medea.
So I wish it.
Nurse.
Flee!
Medea.
I'm done with flight.
Why should Medea flee?