[To Medea.] Go, speed thy flight, thou thing of evil, fell
And monstrous!
Medea.
What the crime, my lord, or what the guilt
That merits exile?
Creon.
Let the guiltless question thus.
Medea.
If now thou judgest, hear me; if thou reign'st, command.
Creon.
The king's command thou must obey, nor question aught.
Medea.
Unrighteous kingdoms never long endure.
Creon.
Go, bear
Thy plaints to Colchis.
Medea.
Yea, but let him take me hence
Who brought me to thy shores.
Creon.
Too late thy prayer, for fixed
Is my decree.
Medea.
Who sits in judgment and denies
His ear to either suitor, though his judgment right
Appear, is still himself unrighteous.