Yet not for her care I, but for my sons.
Whom she hath wronged shall recompense her wrong:
But I to save my children's life am come,
Lest to my grief the kinsmen of the dead
Avenge on them their mother's impious murder. 1305
Chorus.
Wretch, thou know'st not what depth of woe thou hast reached,
Jason, or thou hadst uttered not such words.
Jason.
What now?—and is she fain to slay me too?
Chorus.
Thy sons are dead, slain by the mother's hand.
Jason.
Ah me!—what say'st thou?—thou hast killed me, woman! 1310
Chorus.
Thy children are no more: so think of them.
Jason.
How?—slew them?—Where?—within, without, the halls?
Chorus.
Open, and thou shalt see thy children's corpses.
Jason.
Shoot back the bolts with all speed, serving-men!
Unbar, that I may see this twofold woe,— 1315
The dead, and her, with slaughter to requite her.
