JASON. My wife.
KING. Those children there?
JASON. They are mine own.
KING. Unhappy man!
JASON. Yea, sooth!—Come, children, bring
Those green boughs in your hands, and reach them out
To our lord the King, and pray him for his help,
[He leads them up by the hand.]
Behold, my lord, these babes. Thou canst not spurn them!
ONE CHILD (_holding out a bough timidly to the _KING).
See, here it is.
KING (laying his hands gently on the children's heads).