chunk: "I do not leave my children's bodies with thee; I take them with me that I may bury them in Hera's precinct. And for thee, who didst me all that evil, I prophesy an evil doom."
  She escapes to Athens with the bodies. The chorus is left contemplating the will of Zeus in Medea's actions:
  Manifold are thy shapings, Providence!
  Many a hopeless matter gods arrange.
  What we expected never came to pass,
  What we did not expect the gods brought to bear;
  So have things gone, this whole experience through!