m whither thou art gone?
Nay, to the gods I give them now,
And not to thee, nay, not to thee!

GORA. What hast thou done?--Look, look, they come!

MEDEA. They come? Too late! Too late!

[_She vanishes down the colonnade._]

GORA. Alas that I, so old and gray, should aid,
Unknowing, such dark deeds! I counseled her
To take revenge: but such revenge--oh, gods!
Where are the babes? 'Twas here I left them late.
Where art thou, O Medea? And thy babes--
Ah, where are they?

[_She, too, disappears down the colonnade. Through the windows of the
palace in the background the rapidly mounting flames now burst forth._]

JASON'S VOICE.

Creusa! O Creusa!

KING'S VOICE (_from within_).

O my daughter!

[GORA _bursts out of the palace and falls upon her knees in the middle
of the stage, covering her face with her hands._]

GORA. What have I seen?--Oh, horror!

[MEDEA _appears at the entrance to the colonnade; in her left hand she
brandishes a dagger; she raises her right hand to command silence._]

[_The curtain falls._]

ACT V

_The outer court of_ CREON'S _palace, as in the preceding act; the royal
apartments in the background lie in blackened ruins whence smoke is
still curling up; the court-yard is filled with various palace
attendants busied in various ways. The dawn is just breaking.

The_ KING _appears, dragging_ GORA _out of the palace; a train of_
CREUSA'S _slave-women follows him._

KING. Away with thee! It was thy wicked hand
That to my daughter brought those bloody gifts
Which were her doom! My daughter! Oh, Creusa!
My child, my child!

[_He turns to the slave-women._]

'Twas she?

GORA. Yea, it was I!
I knew not that my hands bore doom of death
Within thy dwelling.

KING. Knew'st not. Never think
To 'scape my wrath on this wise!

GORA. Dost thou think
I shudder at thy wrath? Mine eyes have seen--
Woe's me!--the children weltering in their blood,
Slain by the hand of her that bore them, ay,
Medea's very hand! And after that,
All other horrors are to me but jest!

KING. Creusa! Oh, my child, my pure, true child!
Say, did thy hand not shake,