Medea.
Medea was present at the gate of the palace. With it comes the nurse.
Medea.-Women of Corinth, Vedmar here. I go to the palace not reproach me. Many mortals knew very haughty-view each other in strange land, full of pride that conform to anything. There are others, however, that docile and gentle, they can live a quiet life. Not justice in the eyes of men! Which of times without getting to the bottom of souls, are averse to any harm in them nothing! And that only see the outside. Accurate
is that the stranger meddle in the affairs of the city where he lives. No prudent work which, being a resident of a community, proud offends those who live in it, because I do not know.
But to me ... what has happened in my life is leaving me shattered soul ... I am ... nothing is the life for me ... my only wish is to die, friends of mine!
it was all for me, how well I've known, and is the most abominable of men is my husband!
Of all beings have a soul and mind women are the most unhappy. First you have to spend large volumes to achieve a husband. Got it. Be it a despot of our body. Maybe the evil ills harder. And the most difficult: Is it good or bad? Not granted to women divorce their husbands, or untie the nuptial bond. And we come to the innovations of today. You must be a fortune teller to know, no one has taught us, how he dealt with at that shares our bed. You can adjust to our way of life: the joy of joys. Bear the yoke of marriage willingly. But if not ... better life! When a male
boredom of home life, it leaves would dissipate their anger. Going with a friend, going to his comrades. And what about us? A single being is in whom we must turn our eyes!
Yes, I know. They say that we spend our lives safe at home, without pain, without danger ... and they are going to war, fight to death in sight. Mal think! Three times in the battlefield, and not give birth to a son!
A woman fears is always prone. He does not want fighting, steel is horrified ... but that does not touch the marriage bed, there is then a most bloodthirsty soul!
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Ah, if it were born to women unable, for all the ills are the most skilled architects!
It will 
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