CREUSA. Can I longer stay To list such words?--Ye gods! to hear a wife Revile her husband thus! MEDEA. She should speak truth, And mine is such an one as I have said. CREUSA. By Heaven, if I were wedded to a man, E'en one so base and vile as thou hast named-- 'Though Jason is _not_ so--and had I babes, His gift, each bearing in his little face His father's likeness, oh, I would love them dear, Though they should slay me! MEDEA. Ay, an easy task To set, but hard to do. CREUSA. And yet, methinks, If easier, 'twere less sweet.--Have thou thy way And say whate'er thou wilt; but I must go. First thou dost charm my heart with noble words And seek'st my aid to win his love again; But now thou breakest forth in hate and scorn. I have seen many evils among men, But worst of all these do I count a heart That knows not to forgive. So, fare thee well! Learn to be better, truer! MEDEA. Art thou angry CREUSA. Almost. MEDEA. Alas, thou wilt not give me up, Thou, too? Thou wilt not leave me? Be my help, My friend, my kind protector! CREUSA. Now thou'rt gentle, Yet, but a moment since, so full of hate! MEDEA. Hate for myself, but only love for him! CREUSA. Dost thou love Jason? MEDEA. Should I else be here? CREUSA. I've pondered that, but cannot understand.-- Yet, if thou truly lov'st him, I will take thee Back to my heart again, and show thee means Whereby thou mayst regain his love.--I know Those bitter moods of his, and have a charm To scatter the dark clouds. Come, to our task! I marked this morning how his face was sad And gloomy. Sing that song to him; thou'lt see How swift his brow will clear. Here is the lyre; I will not lay it down till thou canst sing The song all through. [_She seats herself._] Nay, come! Why tarriest there