Part 3 (1/2)

_Jason_ Dost thou reproach uilty love?

_Medea_ Yea, that, And murder too, and treachery

_Jason_ But name me now, If so thou canst, the crimes that I have done

_Medea_ Thy crimes-- Whatever I have done

_Jason_ Why then, in truth, thy guilt Must all be mine, if all thy crimes are mine

_Medea_ They are, They are all thine: for who by sin advantage gains Commits the sin All men proclaim thy wife defiled; Do thou thyself protect her and condone her sins

Let her be guiltless in thine eyes who for thy gain Has sinned

_Jason_ But gifts which sin has brought 'twere shaifts which it were shame to take?

_Jason_ Nay, curb thy fiery soul! Thy children--for their sake Be calm

_Medea_ My children! Them I do refuse, reject, Renounce! Shall then Creusa brothers bear to these My children?

_Jason_ But the queen can aid thy wretched sons

_Medea_ May that day never dawn, that day of shame and woe, When in one house are joined the low-born and the high, The sons of that foul robber Sisyphus, and these The sons of Phoebus

_Jason_ Wretched one, and wilt thou, then Involvehath yielded to my prayer

_Jason_ What wouldst thou then?

_Medea_ Of thee? I'd have thee dare the law

_Jason_ The royal power Doth co is here: Medea Set us front to front, and let us strive; And of this royal strife let Jason be the prize

_Jason_ Outwearied by my woes I yield But be thou ware, Medea, lest too often thou shouldst tempt thy fate

_Medea_ Yet Fortune's mistress have I ever been

_Jason_ But see With hostile front Acastus coeance bent, While Creon threatens instant death

_Medea_ Then flee theainst the king, Nor yet to stain thy pious hands with kindred blood

Come, flee with me

_Jason_ But what resistance can we e rear his horrid front,-- If Creon and Acastus join in common cause?

_Medea_ Add, too, the Colchian armies with ian hordes

In one deep grief of ruin will I whelm them all

_Jason_ Yet on the scepter do I look with fear