JASON. Dost thou think often on our happy youth?
CREUSA. Ay, many a time, and gladly.
JASON. How we were
One heart, one soul?
CREUSA. I made thee gentler, thou
Didst give me courage.—Dost remember how
I set thy helm upon my head?
JASON. And how
Because it was too large, thy tiny hands
Did hold it up, the while it rested soft
Upon thy golden curls? Creusa, those
Were happy days!
CREUSA. Dost mind thee how my father
Was filled with joy to see it, and, in jest,
Did name us bride and bridegroom?
JASON. Ay—but that
Was not to be.
CREUSA. Like many another hope
That disappoints us.—Still, what matters it?
We mean to be no less good friends, I trust!
[MEDEA reënters.]
MEDEA. I've seen the children. They are safe.