MEDEA. Alas!
KING. What say'st thou?
MEDEA. Naught! I did but think
On happy days long vanished, and forgot
All that hath happened since.—Was this the cause
That brought thee here, or hast thou aught to say
Besides?
KING. Nay, I forgot one other word,
But I will speak it now. Thy husband brought
Much treasure when he fled to Corinth here
From far Iolcos, when his uncle died.
MEDEA. There in the house it lies, still guarded safe;
Go in and take it!
KING. And that trinket fair
Of dazzling gold, the Fleece—the gleaming prize
The Argo brought—is that within, as well?
Why turnest thou away, and wouldst depart?
Give answer! Is it there?
MEDEA. No!
KING. Where, then? Where?
MEDEA. I know not.
KING. Yet thyself didst bear it forth
From Pelias' chamber—so the Herald said.