But if lord Jason wish To speak with me, then bid him come in, To my side in the innermost chambers--there I would parley with him, not here By the side of the man who is my foe. They come. Away! [_She disappears into the palace._] GORA. Lo, she is gone! And I am left to deal with the man Who is killing my child, who hath brought it to pass That I lay my head on a foreign soil, And must hide my tears of bitter woe, Lest I see a smile on the lips of these strangers here. _The_ KING _and _JASON _enter._ KING. Why hath thy mistress fled? 'Twill serve her not GORA. Fled? Nay, she went, because she hates thy face KING. Summon her forth! GORA. She will not come. KING. She shall! GORA. Then go thou in thyself and call her forth, If thou dost dare. KING (_angrily_). Where am I, then, and who, That this mad woman dares to spite me thus? The servant mirrors forth the mistress' soul-- Servant and mistress mirror forth that land Of darkness that begat them! Once again I tell thee, call her forth! GORA (_pointing to Jason_). There stands the man That she would speak with. Let him go within-- If he hath courage for it. JASON. Get thee gone, Old witch, whom I have hated from the first! Tell her, who is so like thee, she must come. GORA. Ah, if she were like me, thou wouldst not speak In such imperious wise! I promise thee That she shall know of it, and to thy dole! JASON. I would have speech with her. GORA. Go in! JASON. Not I! 'Tis she that shall come forth. Go thou within And tell her so! GORA. Well, well, I go, if but To rid me of the sight of you, my lords; Ay, and I'll bear your summons, but I know Full well she will not come, for she is weak And feels her sickness all too grievously. [_She goes into the palace._] KING. Not one day longer will I suffer her To stay in Corinth. This old dame but now Gave utterance to the dark and fell designs On which yon woman secretly doth brood. Methinks her presence is a constant threat. Thy doubts, I hope, are laid to rest at last?