But no!
That can I not forget!
CREUSA (following her).
Why so distressed?
Men have forgotten many an evil deed
That chanced long since, ay, even the gods themselves
Remember not past sorrows.
MEDEA (embracing her).
Say'st thou so?
Oh, that I could believe it, could believe it!
JASON enters.
CREUSA (turning to him).
Here is thy wife. See, Jason, we are friends!
JASON. 'Tis well.
MEDEA. Greetings, my lord.—She is so good,
Medea's friend and teacher she would be.