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Rh Jason: Yet on the scepter do I look with fear. Medea: Beware, Lest not the fear, but lust of power prevail with thee. Jason: Too long we strive: have done, lest we suspicion breed. Medea: Now Jove, throughout thy heavens let the thunders roll! Thy mighty arm in wrath make bare! Thy darting flames Of vengeance loose, and shake the lofty firmament With rending storms! At random hurl thy vengeful bolts, Selecting neither me nor Jason with thy aim; That thus whoever falls may perish with the brand Of guilt upon him; for thy hurtling darts can take No erring flight. Jason: Recall thee and in calmness speak With words of peace and reason. Then if any gift From Creon's royal house can compensate thy woes, Take that as solace of thy flight. Medea: My soul doth scorn The wealth of kings. But let me have my little ones As comrades of my flight, that in their childish breasts Their mother's tears may flow. New sons await thy home. Jason: My heart inclines to yield to thee, but love forbids. For these my sons shall never from my arms be reft, Though Creon's self demand. My very spring of life, My sore heart's comfort, and my joy are these my sons; And sooner could I part with limbs or vital breath, Or light of life. Medea [aside]: Doth he thus love his sons? 'Tis well; Then is he bound, and in his armored strength this flaw Reveals the place to strike. [To Jason.] At least, ere I depart, Grant me this last request: let me once more embrace My sons. E'en that small boon will comfort my sad heart. And this my latest prayer to thee: if, in my grief, My tongue was over bold, let not my words remain To rankle in thy heart. Remember happier things Of me, and let my bitter words be straight forgot. Jason: Not one shall linger in my soul; and curb, I pray, Thy too impetuous heart, and gently yield to fate.