even blush?

JASON. I must needs blush, if I should say aught else!

MEDEA. Ha! Good! Well done! Speak ever words like these
When thou wouldst clear thyself in others' eyes,
But leave such idle feigning when thou speak'st
With me!

JASON. Dost call my dread of horrid deeds
Which thou hast done, a sham, and idle, too?
Thou art condemned by men; the very gods
Have damned thee! And I give thee up to them
And to their judgment! 'Tis a fate, in sooth,
Thou richly hast deserved!

MEDEA. Who is this man,
This pious, virtuous man with whom I speak?
Is it not Jason? Strives he to seem mild?
O, mild and gentle one, didst thou not come
To Colchis' strand, and win in bloody fight
The daughter of its king? O, gentle, mild,
Didst thou not slay my brother, was it not
At thine own hands mine aged father fell,
Thou gentle, pious man? And now thou wouldst
Desert the wife whom thou didst steal away!
Mild? No, say rather hateful, monstrous man!

JASON. Such wild abuse I will not stay to hear.
Thou knowest now what thou must do. Farewell!

MEDEA. Nay, nay, I know not! Stay until I learn!
Stay, and I will be quiet even as thou.--
So, I am banished, then? But what of thee?
Methinks the Herald's sentence named thee, too.

JASON. When it is known that I am innocent
Of all these horrid deeds, and had no hand
In murdering mine uncle, then the ban
Will be removed from me.

MEDEA. And thou wilt live
Peaceful and happy, for long years to come?

JASON. I shall live quietly, as doth become
Unhappy men like me.

MEDEA. And what of me?

JASON. Thou dost but reap the harvest thine own hands
Have sown.

MEDEA. My hands? Hadst thou no part therein?

JASON. Nay, none.

MEDEA. Didst never pray thine uncle's death
Might speedily be compassed?

JASON. No command
At least I gave.

MEDEA. Ne'er sought to learn if I
Had heart and courage for the deed?

JASON. Thou know'st
How, in the first mad burst of rage and hate,