MEDEA. Ha! Thou here, too, thou snow-white, silvery snake? Oh, hiss no more, nor shoot thy forked tongue With honied words upon it! Thou hast got What thou didst wish--a husband at the last! For this, then, didst thou show thyself so soft And smooth-caressing, for this only wind Thy snaky coils so close about my neck? Oh, if I had a dagger, I would smite Thee, and thy father, that so righteous king! For this, then, hast thou sung those winsome songs, Taught me to play the lyre, and tricked me out In these rich garments? [_She suddenly rends her mantle in twain._] Off with you! Away With the vile gifts of that accursed jade! [_She turns to _JASON.] See! As I tear this mantle here in twain, Pressing one part upon my throbbing breast, And cast the other from me at thy feet, So do I rend my love, the common tie That bound us each to each. What follows now I cast on thee, thou miscreant, who hast spurned The holy claims of an unhappy wife!-- Give me my children now, and let me go! KING. The children stay with us. MEDEA. They may not go With their own mother? KING. With a wanton, no! MEDEA (_to_ JASON). Is it thy will, too? JASON. Ay! MEDEA (_hastening to the door_). Come forth, my babes! Your mother calls you! KING. Back! MEDEA. 'Tis, then, thy will That I go forth alone?--'Tis well, so be it! I say but this, O king: Before the gray Of evening darken, give me back my babes! Enough for now! (_Turning to_ CREUSA.) But thou, who standest there In glistering raiment, cloaking thy delight, In thy false purity disdaining me, I tell thee, thou wilt wring those soft, white hands In agony, and envy me my lot, Hard though it seemeth now! JASON. How dar'st thou? KING. Hence! MEDEA. I go, but I will come again, to take What is mine own, and bring what ye deserve. KING. Ha! Wouldst thou threaten us before our face? If words will not suffice-- (_To his attendants._) Then teach ye her How she should bear herself before a king! MEDEA. Stand back! Who dares to block Medea's path? Mark well, O king, this hour when I depart. Trust me, thou never saw'st a blacker one! Make way! I go,--and take with me revenge! [_She goes out._] KING. Our punishment, at least, will follow thee! (_To_ CREUSA.) Nay, tremble not. We'll keep thee safe from her!