GORA. She will not come.
KING. She shall!
GORA. Then go thou in thyself and call her forth,
If thou dost dare.
KING (angrily).
Where am I, then, and who,
That this mad woman dares to spite me thus?
The servant mirrors forth the mistress' soul—
Servant and mistress mirror forth that land
Of darkness that begat them! Once again
I tell thee, call her forth!
GORA (pointing to Jason).
There stands the man
That she would speak with. Let him go within—
If he hath courage for it.
JASON. Get thee gone,
Old witch, whom I have hated from the first!
Tell her, who is so like thee, she must come.
GORA. Ah, if she were like me, thou wouldst not speak
In such imperious wise! I promise thee
That she shall know of it, and to thy dole!
JASON. I would have speech with her.