10 ARGONAUTAE
MEDEA. ;
Heroes indeed ye are, and lion hearts.
CHORUS,
No woman need school me in bravery.
MEDEA,
Rather a hare.
CHORUS.
Most impudent of whores!
MEDEA.
But when my husband comes victorious
Fleece-laden, he will rather-——
CHORUS.
Wilt thou then
Further my ruin, making known this shame?
MEDEA.
Here is the Argive sense of gratitude.
Let me stir up its subtler thought, and show
What favours ye may gather afterward
From hands and lips ye scorn—not courteously.
CHORUS.
What? Canst thou save me from this newer doom?
MEDEA.
I love your leader with no mortal love,
But with the whole strength of a sorceress.
CHORUS.
It seems indeed thy hot will can bewitch
Our chaste one with one action impudent.