KING. Thou hast my promise.
JASON. Thou wilt keep me safe?
KING. I have said it.
JASON. Me and mine thou wilt receive?
KING. Nay, thee I said, not thine.—Now follow on,
First to the altar, to our palace then.
JASON (_as he follows the king, to _CREUSA).
Give me thy hand, Creusa, as of yore!
CREUSA. Thou canst not take it as of old thou didst.
MEDEA. They go,—and I am left, forgot! Oh, children,
Run here and clasp me close. Nay, closer, tighter!
CREUSA (to herself, turning as they go).