Medea then [they found] going from chamber to chamber in search of her sister, for Hera detained her within that day; but beforetime she was not wont to haunt the palace, but all day long was busied in Hecate's temple, since she herself was the priestess of the goddess.

And when she saw them she cried aloud, and quickly Chalciope caught the sound; and her maids, throwing down at their feet their yarn and their thread, rushed forth all in a throng.
And she, beholding her sons among them, raised her hands aloft through joy; and so they likewise greeted their mother, and when they saw her embraced her in their gladness; and she with many sobs spoke thus: (ll.

260-267) "After all then, ye were not destined to leave me in your heedlessness and to wander far; but fate has turned you back.

Poor wretch that I am! What a yearning for Hellas from some woeful madness seized you at the behest of your father Phrixus.

Bitter sorrows for my heart did he ordain when dying.