Lest not the fear, but lust of power prevail with thee.
Jason: Too long we strive: have done, lest we suspicion breed.530
Medea: Now Jove, throughout thy heavens let the thunders roll!
Thy mighty arm in wrath make bare! Thy darting flames
Of vengeance loose, and shake the lofty firmament
With rending storms! At random hurl thy vengeful bolts,
Selecting neither me nor Jason with thy aim;
That thus whoever falls may perish with the brand535
Of guilt upon him; for thy hurtling darts can take
No erring flight.