Medea. All I have ever done.
Jason. It only needs that I should share the guilt
Of these thy crimes!
Medea. Thine are they, thine alone;
He is the criminal who reaps the fruit.
Though all should brand thy wife with infamy,
Thou shouldst defend and call her innocent: 500
She who has sinned for thee, toward thee is pure.
Jason. To me my life is an unwelcome gift
Of which I am ashamed.
Medea. Who is ashamed
To owe his life to me can lay it down.
Jason. For thy sons' sake control thy fiery heart. 505
Medea. I will have none of them, I cast them off,
Abjure them; shall Creusa to my sons
Give brothers?
Jason. To an exile's wretched sons
A mighty queen will give them.
Medea. Never come
That evil day that mingles a great race 510
With race unworthy,—Phœbus' glorious sons
With sons of Sisyphus.
Jason. What, cruel one,
Wouldst thou drag both to banishment? Away!