Relentless passion, but enjoy a slow revenge.
This day is in thy hands; its fertile hours employ.
Jason: Oh, take my life, thou heartless one.
Medea: Thou bid'st me pity—
Well! [Slays the second child.]—'Tis done!
No more atonement, passion, can I offer thee.
Now hither lift thy tearful eyes ungrateful one.1020
Dost recognize thy wife? 'Twas thus of old I fled.
The heavens themselves provide me with a safe retreat.
[A chariot drawn by dragons appears in the air.]