Medea - Allegra Tirona
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- You see, my dear husband has chosen to lie in another woman's bed and are to be married.
- Indeed. Now, I am to be exiled and have no country that will accept me.
- I see, you may stay at my home, there no one will harm you and you will be accepted.
- What? that makes no sense. How disappointing for a man to do that.
- Oh, certainly. I will convince her and have our children spared. Till then, good bye.
- That's great news! I'm glad we can leave on a good note. Hm what is it?
- Please spare our children from exile. Ask your wife. Then I will take my leave.
- Jason, I've called on you to tell you that I apologies and accept my exile. You were right. Please just grant me one last favor.
- Good, go now.
- My children, tomorrow you are visiting the palace to bring wedding gifts to the princess. Give her this golden crown and robe.
- Understood mother.
- Ah, how beautiful, I must wear these.
- A thousand thanks my love. Look they brought gifts from their mother, Medea.
- Hmp, very well. I shall exempt them from exile.
- Cover not your eyes my love, Look at who your husband loves, my children, who must be saved from exile.
- Medea, go leave now! The princess and king have died after receiving your gifts. She went up in flames because of the crown! Take any ship and leave!
- Oh my! How-how-how delightful! Haha! That's very good news, thank you. Dear children, come!
- Medea, you wicked woman don't you dare do anything you'll regret! Let go of the children!
- My poor children, who fell victim to this cruel woman. How I wish I could hold you one more time. May the Gods get revenge on you!
- Why, why only now you show care for your children? After all this time, only now?!
- You don't deserve them. Ha, the Gods? They're on my side remember? All this is your fault, I'm only doing this to make you feel the pain I felt. Now you will never hold them again!
- My my, guess what my love? You're too late and don't worry, I wont come to regret this.
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