MEDEA (_to _JASON).
I pray thee, let me speak with thee!
JASON. Well, well,
So be it, then, that thou may'st see I have
No fear of any words of thine to me.
(To the KING.)
Leave us, my lord! I'll hear what she would say.
KING. I go, but I am fearful. She is sly
And cunning! [He departs.]
MEDEA. So, he's gone! No stranger now
Is here to vex us, none to come between
Husband and wife, and, what our hearts do feel,
That we can speak out clear.—Say first, my lord,
What are thy plans, thy wishes?
JASON. Thou dost know.
MEDEA. I guess thy will, but all thy secret thoughts
I know not.
JASON. Be contented with the first,
For they are what decide.