JASON. True;
Then let us without hate or rancor part.
MEDEA. Thou mad'st me love thee deeply. Wouldst thou now
Flee from my face?
JASON. I must!
MEDEA. Hast robbed me, too,
Of my dear father; and wouldst steal away
Mine husband?
JASON. I am helpless!
MEDEA. At thy hands
My brother met his death untimely. Him
Thou hast taken from me, too, and now wouldst fly
And leave me?
JASON. He was innocent; he fell.
And I am blameless, too; but I must flee thee.
MEDEA. I left my fatherland to follow thee!
JASON. Thou didst but follow thine own will, not me.
Gladly would I, if thou hadst rued thy deed,
Have sent thee back again.
MEDEA. I am accurst,
And damned by all the world,—and all for thee!
And, for thy sake, I even hate myself!
Wilt thou forsake me still?