Nurse: Thy children!
Medea: Whose, thou know'st.
Nurse: And dost thou still delay?
Medea: I go, but vengeance first.
Nurse: Th' avenger will pursue.
Medea: Perchance I'll stop his course.
Nurse: Nay, hold thy words, and cease thy threats, O foolish one.
Thy temper curb; 'tis well to yield to fate's decrees.175
Medea: Though fate may strip me of all my, myself am left.
But who flings wide the royal palace doors? Behold,