Nikias.
Let’s draw aside and mark them; lo, they meet.
[The two citizens withdraw, unperceived, to a further corner of the stage.]
Medea.
’Tis false, ’tis false. O Jason, they speak false!
Jason.
Your looks are wild, Medea; you bring shame
Upon this house, that stand with hair unbound
Beyond the threshold. Get you in the house.
Medea.
But not till you have answered me this thing.