That countless treasure plundered from the swarthy tribes
Of India, which filled our goodly vaults with wealth,485
And decked our very trees with gold. This costly store
I left for thee, my native land, my brother, sire,
My reputation—all; and with this dower I came.
If now to homeless exile thou dost send me forth,
Give back the countless treasures which I left for thee.490
Jason: Though Creon in a vengeful mood would have thy life,
I moved him by my tears to grant thee flight instead.
Medea: I thought my exile punishment; 'tis now, I see,