20 ARGONAUTAE
SEMICHORUS I.
His patience shows as something marvellous.
SEMICHORUS 2.
Virtue takes insult from the fortuneless.
MEDEA.
The curse of Ares dog you into Hades!
I have my reasons [doubtfully] ay, my reasons plain!
Going, not forced.
CHORUS.
Yet going—that is good!
JASON,
To Corinth! Bride of my own heart, Medea,
Well hast thou put thy power off for the time
Preferring love to pomp, and peace to revel.
MEDEA.
And the soft cushions of the moss-grown trees
To royal pillows, and the moon’s young light
To gaudy lamps of antique workmanship—
JASON.
And music of the birds to harps of gold
Struck by unwilling fingers for gold coin.
MEDEA.
Come! lest the curse I call upon this house
Eat us up also! May the red plague rot
Their bones! I lift my voice and prophesy:
The curse shall never leave this house of fear;
But one by treachery shall slay another,