But here Medea finds her bed supplied, During her absence, by another bride, And, hopeless to recover her lost game, She sets both bride and palace in a flame: Nor could a rival’s death her wrath assuage, Nor stopp’d at Creon’s family her rage: She murders her own infants, in despite To faithless Jason, and in Jason’s sight; Yet ere his sword could reach her, up she springs, Securely mounted on her dragon’s wings.