Until?
Aegeus.
Until
I tread the hearth-stone of my sires of yore.
Medea.
And what should bring thee here, by Creon's shore?
Aegeus.
One Pittheus know'st thou, high lord of Trozên?
Aye, Pelops' son, a man most pure of sin.
Aegeus.
Until?
Aegeus.
Until
I tread the hearth-stone of my sires of yore.
Medea.
And what should bring thee here, by Creon's shore?
Aegeus.
One Pittheus know'st thou, high lord of Trozên?
Aye, Pelops' son, a man most pure of sin.
Aegeus.