THE MEDEA
fason
Yes, the gods know indeed, they know your loathsome
heart,
Medea
Hate me. But I tire of your barking bitterness.
Jason
And I of yours. It is easier to leave you. 1375
Medea
How then? What shall I do? I long to leave you too.
Jason
Give me the bodies to bury and to mourn them.
Medea
No, that I will not. I will bury them myself,
Bearing them to Hera's temple on the promontory;
So that no enemy may evilly treat them 1380
By tearing up their grave. In this land of Corinth
I shall establish a holy feast and sacrifice
Each year for ever to atone for the blood guilt.
And I myself go to the land of Erechtheus
To dwell in Aegeus' house, the son of Pandion. 1385
While you, as is right, will die without distinction,
Struck on the head by a piece of the Argo's timber,
And you will have seen the bitter end of my love.
Jason
May a Fury for the children's sake destroy you,
And justice, Requitor of blood. 139°
Medea
What heavenly power lends an ear
To a breaker of oaths, a deceiver?
Jason
Oh, I hate you, murderess of children.
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