Jason.
But gifts which sin has brought 'twere shame to take.
Medea.
Why keep'st thou then the gifts which it were shame to take?
Jason.
Nay, curb thy fiery soul! Thy children—for their sake
Be calm.
Medea.
My children! Them I do refuse, reject,
Renounce! Shall then Creüsa brothers bear to these
My children?
Jason.
But the queen can aid thy wretched sons.
Medea.
May that day never dawn, that day of shame and woe,
When in one house are joined the low-born and the high,
The sons of that foul robber Sisyphus, and these
The sons of Phoebus.
Jason.
Wretched one, and wilt thou, then
Involve me also in thy fall? Begone, I pray.
Medea.
The king hath yielded to my prayer.
Jason.
What wouldst thou then?
Medea.
Of thee? I'd have thee dare the law.