Unhappy man, indeed thou knowest not
What dark place thou art come to! Else, God wot,
Jason, no word like these could fall from thee.
Jason.
What is it?—Ha! The woman would kill me?
Leader.
Thy sons are dead, slain by their mother's hand.
Jason.
How? Not the children. . . . I scarce understand. . . .
O God, thou hast broken me!
Think of those twain
As things once fair, that ne'er shall bloom again.
Jason.