18 ARGONAUTAE
Methinks that under cover of the night
I may escape Aeetes.
JASON.
If he chase,
Our Argo is not battered by rough winds
So far but what some fight were possible.
meDEA. [Leads forward ABSYRTUS.]
I know a better way than that, my lord.
This boy shall come with us.
JASON.
Ah, not to Greece!
Aea needs to-morrow’s king.
MEDEA.
“With us”
I said. ‘To Greece ”—I said not.
CHORUS.
What is this?
Thou hintest at some dangerous destiny.
MEDEA.
Come, love, to the long years of love with me!
JASON.
Form, heroes, and in solemn order stride;
The body-guardians of the Golden Fleece!