Desire persuades me one way, reason another. But some strange power draws me on against my will. Why do I fear lest he perish whom I have but now seen for the first time? What is the cause of all this fear? Come, thrust from your maiden breast these flames that you feel, if you can, unhappy girl.
For why do the mandates of my father seem too harsh? They certainly are too harsh. Some god or other is opposing you I wonder if this is not what is called love, or at least something like this. She spoke: Liber had been listening a long while To her complaint, since he chanced to follow closely. Long she fought against it, and when by reason she could not rid her of her madness she cried: “In vain, Medea, do you fight.
There, while they were approaching the king and demanding the fleece that Phrixus had given to him, while the dreadful condition with its great tasks was being proposed to the Minyans, meanwhile the daughter of King Aeëtes conceived an overpowering passion. 65 Iamque pruinosus molitur Lucifer axes, inque suum. non te formosae decuit servare puellae limina, sollicito carcere dignus eras. omnia consumpsi, nec te precibusque minisque movimus, o foribus durior ipse tuis. nox et Amor vinumque nihil moderabile suadent 60 illa pudore vacat, Liber Amorque metu. Having experienced many adventures under their illustrious leader Jason, they reached at last the swift waters of muddy Phasis. Aut ego iam ferroque ignique paratior ipse, 1 quem face sustineo, tecta superba petam. They had seen Phineus, spending his last days helpless in perpetual night and the sons of Boreas had driven the harpies from the presence of the unhappy king. Fearful, from heaven’s heights he gazes at the deep: terrified, darkness, born of fear, clouds his eyes. The knots give way, and the wax melts near the sun, his flailing arms can’t clutch at thin air. And now the Minyans were plowing the deep in their Thessalian ship. when the boy, too rash, with youth’s carelessness, soared higher, and left his father far behind.