Medea.
I?—sooth, by wedding and betraying thee!
Jason.
By cursing princes with an impious curse.
Medea.
Even so,—and thus am cursing now thine house?
Jason.
With thee no more I wrangle touching this.
But if, or for the children or thyself, 610
For help in exile thou wilt take my gold,
Speak: ready am I to give with hand ungrudging,
And send guest-tokens which shall find thee friends.
If this thou wilt not, foolish shalt thou be:
Refrain wrath, and advantaged shalt thou be. 615
Medea.
Thy friends!—nothing will I of friends of thine.
No whit will I receive, nor offer thou.
No profit is there in a villain's gifts.
Jason.
In any wise I call the Gods to witness
That all help would I give thee and thy sons; 620
But thy good likes thee not: thy stubborn pride
Spurns friends: the more thy grief shall therefore be.
Medea.
Away!—impatience for the bride new-trapped
Consumes thee while thou loiterest at the doors!
Wed: for perchance—and God shall speed the word— 625
Thine shall be bridal thou wouldst fain renounce.
