Medea: For I must go in exile to another land: never have my joy in you, or see your bright young progress; never deck your brides, your marriage bed, or light you radiant to your wedding day. (173)
Medea becomes moved when she imagines the boys' nonexistent futures. It's interesting that she focuses on marriage here, since hers has turned out so badly. Could she be longing in a way for the purity of love that her marriage once had?