ACTUS TERTIUS
In fear of life, when great Aeetes hears
This news, and how all came.
MESSENGER.
My lady’s smile
Is the reward I sought, not place nor gold.
MEDEA.
Thou hast it, child.
SECOND MESSENGER.
The hero is at hand.
CHORUS.
O happy of mortals!
O fronter of fear,
The impassible portals!
Ye heavens, give ear!
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Our song shall be rolled in the praise of the gold, and its
glory be told where the heavenly fold rejoices to
hold the stars in its sphere.
O hero Iolchian!
Warrior king!
From the kingdom Colchian
The Fleece dost bring!
Our song shall be sung and its melody flung where the
Lyre and the Tongue are fervid and young, all
islands among where the Sirens sing.