Medea, ne’er had sailed to Iolcos’ towers
With love for Jason thrilled through all her soul.
[Way’s translation]
An admirable quality here is the passionate emotion which does not always dominate Greek soliloquies. A little later (vs. 49) a man slave enters and inquires:
O ancient chattel of my mistress’ home,
Why at the gates thus lonely standest thou,
Thyself unto thyself discoursing ills?
How wills Medea to be left of thee?
[Way’s translation]