Chorus: Deep is her sobbing from depths of pain:
Shrill the news her suffering brings
Of marriage betrayed (30)
Jason: I should like you to remain.
But you, Madam,
obstinate in folly,
have continuously reviled our royalty,
And so you are banished. (59)
Medea: I even bore you [Jason] sons […]
just to be discarded for a new bride.
Had you been childless,
this craving for another bedmate
might have been forgiven. (60)