JASON. And why?
CHILD. Old Gora says thou art,
And calls the Greeks bad names.
JASON. What names, my boy?
CHILD. Traitors she says they are, and cowards, too.
JASON (to MEDEA).
Dost hear?
MEDEA. 'Tis Gora's foolish tales that they
Have heard, and treasured, child-like. Mark them not.
[She kneels beside the two children, whispering in the ear now of one, now of the other.]
JASON. I will not.
[He rises from the grass.]