Medea Page #3

and cries easily.

But promise me you'll beg the bride...

...to convince her father

not to banish our children.

Don't worry, I'll do it.

Good-bye.

Go. If you are fortunate, as I wish...

...you'll return with the happy news...

...that we're expecting.

Mama sends you this gift

for your wedding.

She says she does not hate you,

and wishes you well.

Thank your mother and tell her

that I am pleased with her gift.

Your highness!

Your highness!

Come, it's time to sleep.

- Just a while longer!

- Behave yourself, come on!

Get down! Be good.

Down.

There, all done.

What a good boy you are.

Now let's go to bye-byes.

Let's go.

Climb into my arms.

Come on, let's go.

Get down.

Come on.

Darling.

Sleep, be good.

Sleep.

Sleep.

Darling.

Why do you try

to pass through the fire?

You can't do it!

It's useless to try!

You can talk to me if you want,

but I don't want you near me.

What have you done?

- Aren't you suffering too now?

- I want to suffer!

Your own god will condemn you!

- What do you want from me?

- Let me bury my children.

- Go and bury your bride.

- I'll go!

But without my two children!

The tears you shed now are nothing!

You'll realize when you're old!

Please, in the name of your god!

Let me caress those poor,

innocent bodies!

Don't keep insisting! It's useless!

Nothing is possible any more!

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