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114 Relentless passion, but enjoy a slow revenge. This day is in thy hands; its fertile hours employ. Jason: Oh, take my life, thou heartless one. Medea: Thou bid'st me pity— Well! [Slays the second child.]—'Tis done! No more atonement, passion, can I offer thee. Now hither lift thy tearful eyes ungrateful one. Dost recognize thy wife? 'Twas thus of old I fled. The heavens themselves provide me with a safe retreat. [A chariot drawn by dragons appears in the air.] Twin serpents bow their necks submissive to the yoke. Now, father, take thy sons; while I, upon my car, With wingéd speed am borne aloft through realms of air. [Mounts her car and is borne away.] Jason [calling after her]: Speed on through realms of air that mortals never see: But, witness heaven, where thou art gone no gods can be!