Jason.
Though Creon, in a vengeful mood, would have thy life,
I moved him by my tears to grant thee flight instead.
Medea.
I thought my exile punishment; 'tis now, I see,
A gracious boon!
Jason.
O flee, while still the respite holds.
Provoke him not, for deadly is the wrath of kings.
Medea.
Not so. 'Tis for Creüsa's love thou sayest this;
Thou wouldst remove the hated wanton once thy wife.
Jason.
Dost thou reproach me with a guilty love?
Medea.
Yea, that,
And murder too, and treachery.
Jason.
But name me now,
If so thou canst, the crimes that I have done.
Medea.
Thy crimes—
Whatever I have done.
Jason.
Why then, in truth, thy guilt
Must all be mine, if all thy crimes are mine.
Medea.
They are,
They are all thine: for who by sin advantage gains
Commits the sin. All men proclaim thy wife defiled;
Do thou thyself protect her and condone her sins.
Let her be guiltless in thine eyes who for thy gain
Has sinned.