Two Tragedies of Seneca: Medea and The Daughters of Troy

Through thine own bowels; throw off woman's fears,
Intrench thyself in snowy Caucasus.

thou still livest, or if aught endures
Of ancient vigor—seek to find revenge

Homes crime built up, by crime must be dissolved.

Life! Let him roam in fear through unknown lands,
An exile, hated, poor, without a home;
A guest now too well known, let him, in vain,
Seek alien doors, and long for me, his wife!