Chorus-Leader
I will do so. For you will be right to punish your husband, Medea, and I am not surprised that you grieve at what has happened.
Enter Creon by Eisodos B.
But I see Creon coming, ruler of this land.
[270]
He will have some new deliberation to report.
Creon
You, Medea, scowling with rage against your husband, I order you to leave this land and go into exile, taking your two children with you, and instantly. I am the executor of this decree,
[275]
and I will not return home again until I expel you from this land.
Medea
Oh, I am undone, wholly lost! My enemies are making full sail against me, and there is no haven from disaster that I can reach.
[280]
Still, though I am ill-treated, I will ask you: Why are you exiling me, Creon?
Creon
I am afraid (no need to dissemble) that you will do some deadly harm to my daughter. Many indications of this combine:
[285]
you are a clever woman and skilled in many evil arts, and you are smarting with the loss of your husband's love. And I hear that you are threatening—such is the report people bring—to harm the bride, her father, and her husband. So I shall take precautions before the event.
[290]
It is better for me to incur your hatred now, woman, than to be soft now and regret it later.