| Here the children come. | |
| They have finished playing. | |
| They have no thought of their mother's trouble. | |
| What do the young know of grief? | |
| Poor creature, she has discovered by her sufferings | |
| What it means to one not to have lost one's country. | |
| I am afraid she may think of some dreadful thing, for her heart is violent. | |
| I know her ??? and I fear | |
| Lest she may sharpen a sword and thrust to the heart, | |
| Stealing into the palace where the bed is made, | |
| Or even kill the king. | |
| （The Medea, Euripides） |
| Here the children come. | |
| They have finished playing. | |
| They have no thought of their mother' s trouble. | |
| What do the young know of grief? | |
| Poor creature, she has discovered by her sufferings | |
| What it means to one not to have lost one' s country. | |
| I am afraid she may think of some dreadful thing, for her heart is violent. | |
| I know her ??? and I fear | |
| Lest she may sharpen a sword and thrust to the heart, | |
| Stealing into the palace where the bed is made, | |
| Or even kill the king. | |
| The Medea, Euripides |
| Here the children come. | |
| They have finished playing. | |
| They have no thought of their mother' s trouble. | |
| What do the young know of grief? | |
| Poor creature, she has discovered by her sufferings | |
| What it means to one not to have lost one' s country. | |
| I am afraid she may think of some dreadful thing, for her heart is violent. | |
| I know her ??? and I fear | |
| Lest she may sharpen a sword and thrust to the heart, | |
| Stealing into the palace where the bed is made, | |
| Or even kill the king. | |
| The Medea, Euripides |
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