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1 " Then, crouching low beneath the son of Aeson, he nocked the arrow midway up the string, and, parting bow and string with both hands, shot Medea. Sudden muteness gripped her spirit.The god, then, fluttered from the high-roofed hall, cackling, and the arrow burned like firedeep, deep down beneath the maiden’s heart.She fired scintillating glances overand over at the son of Aeson. Anguish quickened her heart and panted in her breast, she could think of him, him only, nothing but him, as sweet affliction drained her soul.[...]so all-consuming Eros curled around Medea’s heart and blazed there secretly. "
― Appolonius
2 " [...] He deftly strung his little bowand from the quiver chose a virgin arrowladen with future groans. His speedy feetwhisked him across the threshold, he himselfunnoticed as he keenly scanned the scene.Then, crouching low beneath the son of Aeson,he nocked the arrow midway up the string, and, parting bow and string with both hands, shotMedea. Sudden muteness gripped her spirit.The god, then, fluttered from the high-roofed hall,cackling, and the arrow burned like firedeep, deep down beneath the maiden’s heart.She fired scintillating glances overand over at the son of Aeson. Anguish quickened her heart and panted in her breast, and she could think of him, him only, nothing but him, as sweet affliction drained her soul.[...]so all-consuming Eros curled around Medea’s heart and blazed there secretly. "
3 " [...] He deftly strung his little bowand from the quiver chose a virgin arrowladen with future groans. His speedy feetwhisked him across the threshold, he himselfunnoticed as he keenly scanned the scene.Then, crouching low beneath the son of Aeson,he nocked the arrow midway up the string,and, parting bow and string with both hands, shotMedea. Sudden muteness gripped her spirit.The god, then, fluttered from the high-roofed hall,cackling, and the arrow burned like firedeep, deep down beneath the maiden’s heart.She fired scintillating glances overand over at the son of Aeson. Anguishquickened her heart and panted in her breast,and she could think of him, him only, nothingbut him, as sweet affliction drained her soul.[...]so all-consuming Eros curled around Medea’s heart and blazed there secretly. "
