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.170
Medea: So I wish it.
Nurse: Flee!
Medea: I'm done with flight.[9]
Why should Medea flee?