GORA. Alas that I, so old and gray, should aid,
Unknowing, such dark deeds! I counseled her
To take revenge: but such revenge—oh, gods!
Where are the babes? 'Twas here I left them late.
Where art thou, O Medea? And thy babes—
Ah, where are they?
[She, too, disappears down the colonnade. Through the windows of the palace in the background the rapidly mounting flames now burst forth.]
JASON'S VOICE.
Creusa! O Creusa!
KING'S VOICE (from within).
O my daughter!
[GORA bursts out of the palace and falls upon her knees in the middle of the stage, covering her face with her hands.]
GORA. What have I seen?—Oh, horror!
[MEDEA appears at the entrance to the colonnade; in her left hand she brandishes a dagger; she raises her right hand to command silence.]
[The curtain falls.]