(To MEDEA.)
What is it thou
Wouldst have with me?
CREUSA. She asks to sing a song
That thou in youth wert wont to sing to us.
JASON (to MEDEA).
And thou hast learned it?
MEDEA. I have done my best.
JASON. Go to! Dost think to give me back my youth,
Or happiness to win again for me,
By singing me some paltry, childish tune?
Give o'er! We will not part, but live together;
That is our fate, it seems, as things have chanced;
But let me bear no word of foolish songs
Or suchlike nonsense!
CREUSA. Let her sing, I pray.
She hath conned it o'er and o'er, to know it well,
Indeed she hath!
JASON. Well, sing it, sing it then!
CREUSA (_to _MEDEA).