MEDEA (to the slave).
Now lay it in, and heap the earth upon it.
[The slave lets the chest down into the pit and shovels in the earth upon it. MEDEA kneels at one side of the pit as he works.]
GORA (standing in the foreground).
Oh, let me die, ye gods of Colchis, now,
That I may look no more on such a sight!
Yet, first hurl down your lightning-stroke of wrath
Upon this traitor who hath wrought us woe.
Let me but see him die; then slay me too!
MEDEA (to the slave).
'Tis finished. Stamp the earth about it close,
And go.—I charge thee, guard my secret well.
Thou art a Colchian, and I know thee true.
[The slave departs.]
GORA (calling after him with grim scorn).
If thou shalt tell thy master, woe to you both!