MEDEA. Thou'rt right, O king, Most just of kings! Not so much kind of heart As just! How do thy bidding? Yet will I Strive to do both. Hark, children! List to me! They send your mother forth, to wander wide O'er sea and land. Who knows where she shall come? These kindly folk, thy father, and that just And gentle king that standeth there, have said That I may take, to share my lonely fate, One of my babes, but only one. Ye gods, Hear ye this sentence? One, and one alone! Now, whichsoever of you loves me more, Let that one come to join me, for I may Not have you both; the other here must stay Beside his father, and with that false king's Still falser daughter!--Hear ye what I say? Why linger there? KING. Thou seest they will not come! MEDEA. Thou liest, false and wicked king! They would, Save that thy daughter hath enchanted them And keeps them from me!--Heard ye not, my babes?-- Accurst and monstrous children, bane and curse Of your poor mother, image of your sire! JASON. They will not come! MEDEA (_pointing to _CREUSA). Let her but go away! They love me! Am I not their mother? Look How she doth beckon, nod to them, and draw Them further from me! CREUSA. I will go away, Though I deserve not thy suspicious hate. MEDEA. Come to me, children!--Come!--O viper brood! [_She advances toward them threateningly; the children fly to_ CREUSA _for protection._] MEDEA. They fly from me! They fly! KING. Thou seest, Medea, The children will not come--so, get thee gone!