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Medea.
Of the king's alliance he fell amorous. 696 (700)
Ægeus.
Who gives the bride then? Go through with the tale.
Medea.
Creon, who governs this Corinthian realm.
Ægeus.
Sooth, lady, if thou weepest there's excuse.
Medea.
Undone! Aye, and from this land driven forth.
Ægeus.
By whom? Thou dost show yet another ill. 701 (705)
Medea.
Creon drives me from Corinthian ground an exile.
Ægeus.
Will Jason suffer it? I praise not this.
Medea.
Oh his words like it not; only he means
To bear it with a very valiant patience. 705 (708)
But thee, thee, I implore by this thy beard,
By these thy knees, and am thy suppliant,
