No! My love, my husband! No!
JASON (roughly).
Begone!
MEDEA. That day my old, gray father cursed
My name, thou gay'st thy promise, nevermore
To leave me, nevermore! Now keep thy word!
JASON. Thine own rash deeds have made that promise naught,
And here I give thee to thy father's curse.
MEDEA. I hate thee!—Come! Come, O my husband!
JASON. Back!
MEDEA. Come to my loving arms! 'Twas once thy wish!
JASON. Back! See, I draw my sword. I'll strike thee dead,
Unless thou yield, and go!
MEDEA (approaching him fearlessly).