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Jason.
Oh, sons, much loved!
Medea.
Of their mother not thee. 1415 (1397)
Jason.
And yet thou didst slay them.
Medea.
Making thee woe.
Jason.
Alas! alas! I, a woeful man,
Desire to kiss the dear lips of my boys.
Medea.
Thou callst on them now, hast welcomes now;
Then didst reject them.
Jason.
In the gods' name, 1420 (1402)
Give me to touch my children's soft flesh.
Medea.
It may not be: thy words are vain waste.
Jason.
Oh Zeus, dost thou hear how I'm kept at bay,
