The Sicile gulfe keepes feare in lesse degree;

There is no tyger not more tame then shee.

Bal. There is no looking home, then?

Ren. Home! Medea

With all her hearbs, charmes, thunders, lightning,40

Made not her presence and blacke hants more dreadfull.

Bal. Come, to the King; if he reforme not all,

Marke the event, none stand where that must fall. Exeunt.


[Scæna tertia.