But no, I dare not fetch them, for I fear
Lest, shining through the Fleece’s golden blaze,
Mine eyes should see my father’s ghostly face
Stare forth at me—and oh! I should go mad!
GORA. What wilt thou do, then?
MEDEA (wearily).
Even let them come
And slay me, if they will! I can no more!
Not one step will I stir from where I stand;
My dearest wish is death! And when he sees
Me lying dead, mayhap he’ll follow me,
Deep-smitten with remorse!
GORA. The King draws nigh;
Look
to thyself!
MEDEA. Nay, all my strength is gone,
What
can I do? If he would trample me
Beneath
his feet—well, let him have his will!
The KING_ enters._
KING. Night falls apace, thine hours of grace are fled!
MEDEA. I know it.
KING. Art thou ready to go forth?
MEDEA. Thou tauntest me! If I were
not prepared,
Must
I the less go forth?
KING. My heart is glad
To
find thee minded so. ’Twill make thee think
Less
bitterly upon thy sorry fate,
And
for thy children it doth spell great good:
For
now they may remember who she was
That
bare them.
MEDEA. May remember? If they will,
Thou
meanest!
KING. That they shall, must be my care.
I’ll
rear them to be mighty heroes both;
And
then—who knows?—on some far-distant
day
Their
hero-deeds may bring them to the shores.
Of
Colchis, where they’ll find thee once again,
Older
in years, grown soft and gentle now,
And
with fond love will press thee to their hearts.
MEDEA. Alas!
KING. What say’st thou?
MEDEA. Naught! I did but think
On
happy days long vanished, and forgot
All
that hath happened since.—Was this the cause
That
brought thee here, or hast thou aught to say
Besides?
KING. Nay, I forgot one other word,
But
I will speak it now. Thy husband brought
Much
treasure when he fled to Corinth here
From
far Iolcos, when his uncle died.
MEDEA. There in the house it lies, still
guarded safe;
Go
in and take it!
KING. And that trinket fair
Of
dazzling gold, the Fleece—the gleaming prize
The
Argo brought—is that within, as well?
Why
turnest thou away, and wouldst depart?
Give
answer! Is it there?