GORA. I know not—and I care no whit to know!
Let her go forth alone to her sure doom.
Why dost thou tarry? Slay me! For I have
No wish to live!
KING. We'll speak of that anon;
But first I'll have thy answer!
JASON (behind the scenes).
Where's Medea?
Bring her before my face! Medea!
[He enters suddenly with drawn sword.]
Nay,
They told me she was caught! Where is she, then?
(To GORA.)
Ha! Thou here? Where's thy mistress?
GORA. Fled away!
JASON. Hath she the children?