Nay, tremble not. We'll keep thee safe from her!
CREUSA. I wonder only, whether what we do
Be right? If so, no power can work us harm!
(The curtain falls.)
ACT III
The outer court of CREON'S palace. In the background the entrance to the royal apartments; on the right at the side a colonnade leading to MEDEA's apartments.
MEDEA _is standing in the foreground, behind her at a distance _GORA is seen speaking to a servant of the king.
GORA. Say to the king:
Medea takes no message from a slave.
Hath he aught to say to her,
He must e'en come himself.
Perchance she'll deign to hear him.
[The slave departs.]
(GORA _comes forward and addresses _MEDEA.)
They think that thou wilt go,
Taming thy hate, forgetting thy revenge.
The fools!
Or wilt thou go? Wilt thou?
I could almost believe thou wilt.
For thou no longer art the proud Medea,
The royal seed of Colchis' mighty king,
The wise and skilful daughter of a wise
And skilful mother.
Else hadst thou not been patient, borne their gibes
So long, even until now!