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2009-10-12Soliloquy of Medea
Just a practice of drama.
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Shall I believe in a man’s eyes,
Looking into your face, with torching heat of love,
Taking your soul away?
Shall I believe in a man’s mouth,
Smiling with cunning and affection,
Speaking forth the words of promises and vows?
Or shall I believe in a man’s arm,
With unswerving strength, holding you tight,
Protecting you from danger?
No, never shall I!
The eyes once behold you, now
Express their admiration to another woman;
The mouth once spoke to you, now
Telling its love elsewhere;
The arms once surrounded you, now
As hard as a rock, push you
Far, far away.
Never shall I be such a fool,
A slave of love, a blind in delusion!
Women, what a shame! No fair of immortal
Could survive the cruelty of time,
Like dew of morning, and frost of night,
Beautiful but ephemeral; Nothing is left,
But oldness, ugliness, wretch and solitary.
Women, fie upon this! Nothing is
Belong to you, what though a nobleness
You were born as; Nothing is rewarded to you,
What though you devote yourself to your beloved,
Heart and soul. Bliss is fragile; Only misery is eternal.
So, sleep, my young beauty, in the wedding dress
Netted with my jealousy and curse;
Sleep, my children, say farewell
To this deceptive world, with love and hatred,
False or true. I shall not love, since love
Is so expensive; Nor shall I hate, since I will
Burn my hatred into ashes on my own hand.







