Where is Medea? Why does she not follow?
[She comes back, but stands at a distance from MEDEA.]
Com'st thou not to the sacrifice, then home
With us?
MEDEA. Unbidden guests must wait without.
CREUSA. Nay, but my father promised shelter, help.
MEDEA. Thy words and his betokened no such aid!
CREUSA (approaching nearer).
I've grieved thee, wounded thee! Forgive, I pray.
MEDEA. Ah, gracious sound! Who spake that gentle word?
Ay, many a time they've stabbed me to the quick,
But none e'er paused, and, pitying, asked himself
If the wound smarted! Thanks to thee, sweet maid!
Oh, when thou art thyself in sore distress,
Then may'st thou find some tender, pitying soul
To whisper soft and gracious words to thee,
To give one gentle glance—as thou to me!
[MEDEA _tries to grasp _CREUSA's hand, but the princess draws back timidly.]