Euripides - To k** A King lyrics

[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 k** 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