JASON. See, they hearken not!
MEDEA. O children, children!
KING (to CREUSA).
Lead them back again
Into the palace! 'Tis not meet they hate
The mother that did bear them.
[CREUSA moves away with the children.]
MEDEA. Woe is me!
They flee! My children flee before my face!
KING (to JASON).
Come we away! To weep for what must be
Is fruitless!
[They depart.]
MEDEA. O my babes, my little babes!