To Kill A King Lyrics

Saltillo To Kill A King

[Medea]
Poor creature, she has discovered by her sufferings
What it means to one not to have lost one's own country
She has turned from the children and does not like to see them
I am afraid she may think of some dreadful thing
For her heart is violent. She will never put up with
The treatment she is getting. I know and fear her
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 and the new-wedded groom
And thus bring a greater misfortune on herself
She's a strange woman. I know it won't be easy
To make an enemy of her and come off best
But here the children come. They have finished playing
They have no thought at all of their mother's trouble
Indeed it is not usual for the young to grieve