MEDEA. It is.
KING. Then give it me!
MEDEA. I will!
KING. Almost I do regret I pitied thee,
Since thou hast sought to cozen us!
MEDEA. Fear not!
For thou shalt have thy due! Once more I am
Medea! Thanks to thee, kind gods!
KING. Unlock
Thy casket, quick, and give the Fleece to me!
MEDEA. Not yet!
KING. But when?
MEDEA. Right soon, ay, all too soon!
KING. Send it to where Creusa waits.