By speech? Too long thou tarriest.
Medea: I go, but grant
This last request: let not the mother's fall o'erwhelm
Her hapless babes.
Creon: Then go in peace. For I to them
A father's place will fill, and take them to my heart.
Medea: Now by the fair hopes born upon this wedding day,285
And by thy hopes of lasting sovereignty secure
From changeful fate's assault, I pray thee grant from flight
A respite brief, while I upon my children's lips