Attendant: 'Tis naught; I do repent me even of the words I have spoken.
Nurse: Nay, by thy beard I conjure thee, hide it not from thy fellow-slave;
will be silent, if need be, on that text.
Attendant: I heard one say, pretending not to listen as I approached
the place where our greybeards sit playing draughts near Pirene's
sacred spring, that Creon, the ruler of this land, is bent on driving
these children and their mother from the boundaries of Corinth; but
I know not whether the news is to be relied upon, and would fain it
were not.
Nurse: What! will Jason brook such treatment of his sons, even though
he be at variance with their mother?
Attendant: Old ties give way to new; he bears no longer any love to
this family.
Nurse: Undone, it seems, are we, if to old woes fresh ones we add,
ere we have drained the former to the dregs.
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