Medea.
An easy answer had I to this swell
Of speech, but Zeus our father knoweth well,
All I for thee have wrought, and thou for me.
So let it rest. This thing was not to be,
That thou shouldst live a merry life, my bed
Forgotten and my heart uncomforted,
Thou nor thy princess: nor the king that planned
Thy marriage drive Medea from his land,
And suffer not. Call me what thing thou please,
Tigress or Skylla from the Tuscan seas:
My claws have gripped thine heart, and all things shine.
Jason.
Thou too hast grief. Thy pain is fierce as mine.
Medea.
I love the pain, so thou shalt laugh no more.
Jason.
Oh, what a womb of sin my children bore!
Sons, did ye perish for your father's shame?