[GORA _bursts out of the palace and falls upon her knees in the middle of the stage, covering her face with her hands._] GORA. What have I seen?--Oh, horror! [MEDEA _appears at the entrance to the colonnade; in her left hand she brandishes a dagger; she raises her right hand to command silence._] [_The curtain falls._] ACT V _The outer court of_ CREON'S _palace, as in the preceding act; the royal apartments in the background lie in blackened ruins whence smoke is still curling up; the court-yard is filled with various palace attendants busied in various ways. The dawn is just breaking. The_ KING _appears, dragging_ GORA _out of the palace; a train of_ CREUSA'S _slave-women follows him._ KING. Away with thee! It was thy wicked hand That to my daughter brought those bloody gifts Which were her doom! My daughter! Oh, Creusa! My child, my child! [_He turns to the slave-women._] 'Twas she? GORA. Yea, it was I! I knew not that my hands bore doom of death Within thy dwelling. KING. Knew'st not. Never think To 'scape my wrath on this wise! GORA. Dost thou think I shudder at thy wrath? Mine eyes have seen-- Woe's me!--the children weltering in their blood, Slain by the hand of her that bore them, ay, Medea's very hand! And after that, All other horrors are to me but jest! KING. Creusa! Oh, my child, my pure, true child! Say, did thy hand not shake, thou grisly dame, When to her side thou broughtest death? GORA. I shed no tears for her! She had her due! Why would she seek to snatch away the last Possession of my most unhappy mistress? I weep for these my babes, whom I did love So tenderly, and whom I saw but now Butchered--and by their mother! Ah, I would Ye all were in your graves, and by your side That traitor that doth call himself Lord Jason! I would I were in Colchis with Medea And these poor babes in safety! Would I ne'er Had seen your faces, or your city here, Whereon this grievous fate so justly falls!