There she kneels—unhappy fate!—
Bearing two burdens, hers, and mine as well.
[He paces up and down, then addresses MEDEA.]
There, leave the babes awhile, and come to me.
MEDEA (to the children).
Now go, and be good children. Go, I say.
[The children go.]
JASON. Think not, Medea, I am cold and hard.
I feel thy grief as deeply as mine own.
Thou'rt a brave comrade, and dost toil as truly
As I to roll away this heavy stone
That, ever falling backwards, blocks all paths,
All roads to hope. And whether thou'rt to blame,
Or I, it matters not. What's done is done.
[He clasps her hands in one of his, and with the other lovingly strokes her brow.]
Thou lov'st me still, I know it well, Medea.
In thine own way, 'tis true; but yet thou lov'st me.
And not this fond glance only—all thy deeds
Tell the same tale of thine unending love.
[MEDEA hides her face on his shoulder.]