By my assistance, bless another’s arms? While I, not only of my hopes bereft, But to unpitied punishment am left. If he is false, let the ingrateful bleed! But no such symptom in his looks I read. Nature would ne’er have lavish’d so much grace Upon his person, if his soul were base. Besides, he first shall plight his faith, and swear By all the gods; what therefore canst thou fear? Medea haste, from danger set him free, Jason shall thy eternal debtor be. And thou, his queen, with sovereign state install’d, By Grecian dames, the kind preserver call’d. Hence! idle dreams, by lovesick fancy bred; Wilt thou, Medea, by vain wishes led, To sister, brother, father, bid adieu? Forsake thy country’s gods, and country too? My father’s harsh, my brother but a child, My sister rivals me, my country’s wild; And, for its gods, the greatest of them all Inspires my breast, and I obey his call. That great endearments I forsake, is true, But greater far the hopes that I pursue. The pride of having saved the youths of Greece