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Jason.
I go, a father forlorn of the two sons reft from his home! 1395
Medea.
Not yet dost thou truly mourn: abide till thine old age come.
Jason.
O children beloved above all!
Medea.
Of their mother beloved, not of thee.
Jason.
Yet she slew them !
Medea.
That thou mightest fall in the net that thou spreadest for me.
Jason.
Woe's me! I yearn with my lips to press
My sons' dear lips in my wretchedness. 1400
Medea.
Ha, now art thou calling upon them, now wouldst thou kiss,
Who rejectedst them then?
Jason.
For the Gods' sake grant me but this,
The sweet soft flesh of my children to feel!
