Medea: Thy sons are dead and gone. That will stab thy heart.
Jason: They live, methinks, to bring a curse upon thy head.
Medea: The gods know, whoso of them began this troublous coil.
Jason: Indeed, they know that hateful heart of thine.
Medea: Thou art as hateful. I am aweary of thy bitter tongue.
Jason: And I likewise of thine. But parting is easy.
Medea: Say how; what am I to do? for I am fain as thou to go.
Jason: Give up to me those dead, to bury and lament.
Medea: No, never! I will bury them myself, bearing them to Hera's
sacred field, who watches o'er the Cape, that none of their foes may
insult them by pulling down their tombs; and in this land of Sisyphus
I will ordain hereafter a solemn feast and mystic rites to atone for
this impious murder. Myself will now to the land of Erechtheus, to
dwell with Aegeus, Pandion's son. But thou, as well thou mayst, shalt
die a caitiff's death, thy head crushed 'neath a shattered relic of
Argo, when thou hast seen the bitter ending of my marriage.
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