(To the HERALD.)
Take my words
To those that sent thee hither. Go in peace!
The blessing of the gods be on thy head!
[The HERALD goes.]
KING (turning to MEDEA).
This woman, whom the wilderness spewed up
To be a bane to thee and all good men,
Her that hath wrought the crimes men lay to thee,
Her do I banish forth from out this land
And all its borders. Death shall be her lot
And portion, if the morrow find her here!
(To MEDEA.)
Depart from out my fathers' pious town,
And make the air thou poisonest pure again!
MEDEA. Is that thy sentence? Falls it, then, on me,
And me alone? And yet I say to thee,
O king, I did it not!
KING. Nay, thou hast done
Enough of evil since he saw thee first.
Away with thee from out my house and town!
MEDEA (_turning to _JASON).