CREUSA (starting back in horror).
Dead!
MEDEA (looking swiftly about her as in a daze).
Dead? Who speaks of death? I am alive!
[She stands there violently agitated and staring dazedly before her. A trumpet-blast sounds without.]
JASON. Ha, what is that?
(To MEDEA.)
Why standest silent there?
Thou'lt rue this moment, that I know full well!
[_Another trumpet-blast without. The KING appears suddenly at the door._]
JASON (hurrying to meet him).