The Argonauts

10 ARGONAUTAE MEDEA. ; Heroes indeed ye are, and lion hearts. CHORUS, No woman need school me in bravery. MEDEA, Rather a hare. CHORUS. Most impudent of whores! MEDEA. But when my husband comes victorious Fleece-laden, he will rather-—— CHORUS. Wilt thou then Further my ruin, making known this shame? MEDEA. Here is the Argive sense of gratitude. Let me stir up its subtler thought, and show What favours ye may gather afterward From hands and lips ye scorn—not courteously. CHORUS. What? Canst thou save me from this newer doom? MEDEA. I love your leader with no mortal love, But with the whole strength of a sorceress. CHORUS. It seems indeed thy hot will can bewitch Our chaste one with one action impudent.