Jason: Why prithee, unhappy one, dost moan o'er these children?
Medea: I gave them birth; and when thou didst pray long life for them,
pity entered into my soul to think that these things must be. But
the reason of thy coming hither to speak with me is partly told, the
rest will I now mention. Since it is the pleasure of the rulers of
the land to banish me, and well I know 'twere best for me to stand
not in the way of thee or of the rulers by dwelling here, enemy as
I am thought unto their house, forth from this land in exile am I
going, but these children,-that they may know thy fostering hand,
beg Creon to remit their banishment.
Jason: I doubt whether I can persuade him, yet must I attempt it.
Medea: At least do thou bid thy wife ask her sire this boon, to remit
the exile of the children from this land.
Jason: Yea, that will I; and her methinks I shall persuade, since
she is woman like the rest.