Eleanor Cliffe
Kings College London
Medea 740-51
Eleanor Cliffe /
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MEDEA . Comprecor uulgus silentum uosque ferales deos
et chaos caecum atque opacam Ditis umbrosi domum ,
Tartari ripis ligatos squalidae Mortis specus .
supplicis , animae , remissis currite ad thalamos nouos .
rota resistat membra torquens , tangat Ixion humum ,
Tantalus securus undas hauriat Pirenidas .
grauior uni poena sedeat coniugis socero mei .
lubricus per saxa retro Sisyphum uoluat lapis .
uos quoque , urnis quas foratis inritus ludit labor , Danaides , coite . uestras hic dies quaerit manus .
nunc meis uocata sacris , noctium sidus , ueni
pessimos induta uultus , fronte non una minax .
et chaos caecum atque opacam Ditis umbrosi domum ,
Tartari ripis ligatos squalidae Mortis specus .
supplicis , animae , remissis currite ad thalamos nouos .
rota resistat membra torquens , tangat Ixion humum ,
Tantalus securus undas hauriat Pirenidas .
grauior uni poena sedeat coniugis socero mei .
lubricus per saxa retro Sisyphum uoluat lapis .
uos quoque , urnis quas foratis inritus ludit labor , Danaides , coite . uestras hic dies quaerit manus .
nunc meis uocata sacris , noctium sidus , ueni
pessimos induta uultus , fronte non una minax .
MEDEA
.
I
invoke
the
silent
throng
and
ye
gods
of
the
dead
,
And blind chaos and the dark house of ghostly Dis ,
And the caves of hideous Death bound by Tartarus ' banks .
Suspend your torments , souls , and rush to this novel wedding .
Let the wheel of torture stop , let Ixion touch the ground ,
Let Tantalus gulp Pirene ' s waters untroubled .
Only one be punished more : my husband ' s in-law .
Let the slipping rock roll Sisyphus back across the crags .
You , too , should come , Danaids , whose pointless toil
Is mocked by leaking urns . This day demands your hands .
Approach now , star of the night , summoned by my rites ,
And display doom and menace in every face .
And blind chaos and the dark house of ghostly Dis ,
And the caves of hideous Death bound by Tartarus ' banks .
Suspend your torments , souls , and rush to this novel wedding .
Let the wheel of torture stop , let Ixion touch the ground ,
Let Tantalus gulp Pirene ' s waters untroubled .
Only one be punished more : my husband ' s in-law .
Let the slipping rock roll Sisyphus back across the crags .
You , too , should come , Danaids , whose pointless toil
Is mocked by leaking urns . This day demands your hands .
Approach now , star of the night , summoned by my rites ,
And display doom and menace in every face .