Poor tiny birdlings, snatched from out your nest!
CREUSA (kneeling compassionately beside the children).
Come here to me, poor, homeless, little orphans!
So young, and yet misfortune bows you down
So soon! So young, and oh! so innocent!—
And look, how this one has his father's mien!
[She kisses the smaller boy.]
Stay here with me. I'll be your mother, sister.
MEDEA (with sudden fierceness).
They are not orphans, do not need thy tears
Of pity! For Prince Jason is their father;
And while Medea lives, they have no need
To seek a mother!
(To the children.)
Come to me-come here.
CREUSA (glancing at her father).