Him I would ask, touching Apollo's will.
Medea.
Much use in God's ways hath he, and much skill.
Aegeus.
And, long years back he was my battle-friend,
The truest e'er man had.
Medea.
Well, may God send
Good hap to thee, and grant all thy desire.
Aegeus.
But thou . . . ? Thy frame is wasted, and the fire
Dead in thine eyes.
Medea.