If perchance another lord she shall wed in her exile.115
ACT II
Medea: We are undone! How harsh upon mine ears doth grate
The song! and even now I cannot comprehend
The vast extent of woe that hath befallen me.
Could Jason prove so false? Bereft of native land,
And home, and kingdom, could he leave me here alone
On foreign shores? Oh, cruel, could he quite reject120
My sum of service, he who saw the fire and sea
With crime o'ercome for his dear sake? And does he think