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“And, they tell us, we at home Live free from danger, they go out to battle: fools! I’d rather stand three times in the front line than bear One child.”

Quote by Euripides

Book:Medea
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Medea

This book is a renowned work of Greek literature, exploring themes of revenge and betrayal through the character of Medea. more

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Euripides
Euripides

Euripides, a renowned Greek tragic playwright, is one of the three great tragic poets of ancient Greece, alongside Aeschylus and Sophocles. His life and achievements are not well-documented. more

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