MEDEA.
89
Medea.
'Fore Heaven!—aye childless is thy life till now? 670
Aigeus.
Childless I am, by chance of some God's will.
Medea.
This, with a wife, or knowing not the couch?
Aigeus.
Nay, not unyoked to wedlock's bed am I.
Medea.
Now what to thee spake Phœbus touching issue?
Aigeus.
Deep words of wisdom not for man to interpret. 675
Medea.
Without sin might I know the God's reply?
Aigeus.
O yea—good sooth, it needs the wise heart most.
Medea.
What said he? Say, if sin be not to hear.
Aigeus.
The wine-skin's prominent foot I should not loose.
Medea.
Till thou shouldst do what thing, or reach what land? 680
