whom I bred and reared, alive to say the last farewell to me; nay, I have lost them.MedeaTo this thy speech I could have made a long retort, but Father Zeus knows well all I have done for thee, and the treatment thou hast given me. Yet thou wert not ordained to scorn my love and lead a life of joy in mockery of me, nor was thy royal bride nor Creon, who gave thee a second wife, to thrust me from this land and rue it not. Wherefore, if thou wilt, call me e’en a lioness, and Scylla, whose home is in the Tyrrhene land; for I in turn have wrung thy heart, as well I might.JasonThou, too, art grieved thyself, and sharest in my sorrow.MedeaBe well assured I am; but it relieves my pain to know thou canst not mock at me.JasonO my children, how vile a mother ye have found!MedeaMy sons, your father’s feeble lust has been your ruin!Jason’Twas not my hand, at any rate, that slew them.MedeaNo, but thy foul treatment of me, and thy new marriage.JasonDidst think that marriage cause enough to murder them?MedeaDost think a woman counts this a trifling injury?JasonSo she be self-restrained; but in thy eyes all is evil.MedeaThy sons are dead and gone. That will stab thy heart.JasonThey live, methinks,Reading οἵμαι with Tyrrwhitt. to bring a curse upon thy head.MedeaThe gods know, whoso of them began this troublous coil.JasonIndeed, they know that hateful heart of thine.MedeaThou art as hateful. I am aweary of thy bitter tongue.JasonAnd I likewise of thine. But parting is easy.MedeaSay how; what am I to do? for I am fain as thou to go.