Stronger than lover's love is lover's hate. Incurable, in each, the wounds they make.

MEDEA: The children are dead. I say this to make you suffer.

Yes, blood for blood, his bitter loan came due. He paid with death.

By Hecate, the goddess I worship more than all the others, the one I choose to help me in this work, who lives with me deep inside my home, these people won't bring pain into my heart and laugh about it.

This is sweet to see your foe, perish and pay to justice all he owes.