Jason.
Tread
Thine own path! Thou hast made it all to be.
Medea.
How? By seducing and forsaking thee?
By those vile curses on the royal halls
Let loose. . . .
Medea.
On thy house also, as chance falls,
I am a living curse.
Jason.
Oh, peace! Enough
Of these vain wars: I will no more thereof.
If thou wilt take from all that I possess
Aid for these babes and thine own helplessness
Of exile, speak thy bidding. Here I stand
Full-willed to succour thee with stintless hand,
And send my signet to old friends that dwell
On foreign shores, who will entreat thee well.
Refuse, and thou shalt do a deed most vain.
But cast thy rage away, and thou shalt gain
Much, and lose little for thine anger's sake.