Medea. I wish it.
Nurse. Flee!
Medea. Nay, I repent of flight.
Nurse. Thou art a mother.
Medea. And thou seest by whom.
Nurse. Wilt thou not fly?
Medea. I fly, but first revenge.
Nurse. Vengeance may follow thee.
Medea. I may, perchance,
Find means to hinder it. 175
Nurse. Restrain thyself
And cease to threaten madly; it is well
That thou adjust thyself to fortune's change.