Be ready to stand by me to the end, abandon me not left forlorn of thee when thou dost visit the kings.

But only save me; let justice and right, to which we have both agreed, stand firm; or else do thou at once shear through this neck with the sword, that I may gain the guerdon due to my mad passion.

Poor wretch! if the king, to whom you both commit your cruel covenant, doom me to belong to my brother.

How shall I come to my father's sight?
Will it be with a good name?
What revenge, what heavy calamity shall I not endure in agony for the terrible deeds I have done?
And wilt thou win the return that thy heart desires?
Never may Zeus' bride, the queen of all, in whom thou dost glory, bring that to pass.

Mayst thou some time remember me when thou art racked with anguish; may the fleece like a dream vanish into the nether darkness on the wings of the wind! And may my avenging Furies forthwith drive thee from thy country, for all that I have suffered through thy cruelty! These curses will not be allowed to fall unaccomplished to the ground.