Collations for The Life and Death of Jason
Collation 6 |
Introduction |
Collation 8
Collation Book 7
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| Argument |
No indvidual arguments precede each book in text B. | Jason first sees Medea--The magic potion of Medea. | Jason first sees Medea. The magic potion of Medea.
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| VII.3 |
that they |
that men | |
| VII.4 | Might turn grim-looking night into the day; | From out the dark might bring the day again; | |
| VII.45 | unlucky king | hapless king | |
| VII.49 | her lovely arm took | her arm, stooped and took | |
| VII.53 | the king my father feeds | that king Æetes feeds | |
| VII.61 | serpents' teeth | serpent's teeth | |
| VII.62 | Our fathers slew upon | Slain by our fathers on | |
| VII.65 | if thou canst scape from | if thou canst master | |
| VII.69 | But yet sing not the song | Yet sing thou not the song | |
| VII.70 | or think thyself | Nor deem thyself | Nor deem thyself |
| VII.91 | With that that | With that which | |
| VII.116 | her chamber sat | her bower she sat, | |
| VII.131 | from the city being | from the city streets being | |
| VII.138 | she did cast | round she cast | |
| VII.146 | and then turned round | then turned about | |
| VII.173 | the fire burned | the new fire burned | |
| VII.182 | fire, east | fire, she cast | |
| VII.188 | And colourless and dull the fire grew, | And dull and wan the smothered bale-fire grew, | |
| VII.240 | fire did | dulled fire did | |
| VII.245 | She fain had barrel against her on that | Which fainer had she barred from her | |
| VII.246 | the fire | their bale-fire | |
| VII.261 | rosy, hand | rosy flesh | |
| VII.263 | whatso the bowl did hold | what else the brass might hold | |
| VII.265 | She drew out from the wallet, | Drawn from the mystic wallet | |
| VII.266 | Stopping the mouth, in its own place | She stopped the mouth, and in its place | |
| VII.267 | phial | vessel | |
| VII.272 | The fire | Her bale-fire | |
| VII.297 | At last she reached the gilded water-gate, | So 'gainst the watergate soft slide her prow | |
| VII.298 | scarce she dared to wait | scarcely dared she now | |
| VII.299 | To fasten up her shallop | to moor her shallop | |
| VII.311 | entering the | entering soft the | |
| VII.317 | Drew nigh | Came nigh | |
| VII.323 | and clenched his hand, | with hand clenched hard, | |
| VII.324 | Raising it up, as though it held the brand, | And raised aloft his wary head to ward, | |
| VII.345 | again to meet | once more to meet, | once rose to meet, |
| VII.347 | That some | That some | Which some |
| VII.357 | this prisoned | this now prisoned | this, here prisoned |
| VII.372 | amid | amidst | |
| VII.373 | Shall serve them then but little to see thee, | Shall see no foe but midst the earthborn kin, | |
| VII.374 | others' weapons slain shall be, | other chilly death | |
| VII.377 | on this night, | shall win, | |
| VII.381 | turns, and all is | turn, and all be | |
| VII.385 | Now will I get | But I will get | |
| VII.387 | The seven locks | The sevenfold locks | |
| VII.409 | such deep delight. | thy longing kind. | |
| VII.410 | What wouldst thou? Wilst thou go from me? The light | Ah, wilt thou go? The Day is yet but blind | |
| VII.411 | Is grey and tender yet, and in your land | Amid blind and sleepers: long it is meseems | |
| VII.412 | Surely the twilight, lingering long, doth stand | That twilight lingers over fading dreams | |
| VII.414 | your life. | thy life. | |
| VII.431 | His arm and body he anointed well. | He chafed his body and his weed of war, | |
| VII.432 | about his neck he hung the spell | his neck he hung the spell that bore | |
| VII.433 | Against the earth-born, the fair crystal ball | Death to the earth-born, the fair crystal ball. | |
| VII.434 | Laid in a purse, and then from | Ready and eager then from | |
| VII.435 | the chamber paced full eagerly, | and endlong clashing did he stride | and ending clashing did he strike, |
| VII.436 | Expecting when the fateful time shoud be. | Waiting the king's men and the fateful tide. | |
| VII.451 | faint soft | faint soft | light soft |