JASON. Thou'rt unjust,
And hard and wild as ever!
MEDEA. I unjust!
Thou dost not seek her, then, to wife? Say no!
JASON. I do but seek a place to lay me down
And rest. What else will come, I do not know!
MEDEA. Ay, but I know full well, and it shall be
My task to thwart thee, with the help of heaven!
JASON. Thou canst not speak with calmness, so, farewell!
[He takes a step toward the door.]
MEDEA. Jason!
JASON (turning back).
What wouldst thou?
MEDEA. 'Tis, perchance, the last,
Last time that we shall speak together!