'Tis Creon's self, exalted high in Grecian sway.
[Medea retires to back of stage; exit Nurse; enter Creon.]
Creon: Medea, baleful daughter of the Colchian king,
Has not yet taken her hateful presence from our realm.180
On mischief is she bent. Well known her treach'rous power.
For who escapes her? Who may pass his days in peace?
This curséd pestilence at once would I have stayed
By force of arms; but Jason's prayers prevailed. She still
May live, but let her free my borders from the fear185
Her presence genders, and her safety gain by flight.