MEDEA

 

 

WHEN THE AUDIENCE ENTER, MEDEA IS PERCHED ON A ROCK, HUDDLED IN A SHAWL.

 

JASON IS WRAPPED IN A SHEET.

 

THE SOUND OF THE SEA.

 

MEDEA STIRS, THEN STANDS, UNCERTAIN WHERE SHE IS OR WHAT’S HAPPENING TO HER.

 

                                    SHE CONVULSES, AS THOUGH IN LABOUR OR AS IF SUMMONING SOMETHING UP.

 

JASONS’ BODY IS WASHED UP FROM THE SEA.

                       

                                    JASON AND MEDEA SCREAM.

 

                                    THE IMAGE OF THE BOYS APPEARS ON THE BACKCLOTH.

 

BOYS              Mother.

                        Mother.

Why did you kill us mother?

            Why did father leave us?

            Don’t you love us mother?

            Doesn’t father love us?

 

MEDEA           Children. 

 

BOYS              We don’t understand mother.

                        You took away our lives.

                        We just wanted to live.

 

MEDEA           Children. 

 

BOYS              We don’t understand.

Tell us.

                        Tell us again.

                        Perhaps this time we’ll understand.

                        Tell us again.

 

MEDEA           I’ll tell you.

                        I’ll tell you again.

                        Listen.

                        Listen children

and try to understand.

 

            It is your father’s wedding day.

            Not my wedding day,

                        not your mother’s wedding day.

                        Your father’s wedding day.

 

While your father celebrates,

                        I am alone inside the house.

 

                                MEDEA GESTURES A SCREAM OF AGONY.

 

            You, my children,

                        You are with your teacher – the man who taught you.

                       

                        He sailed with your father to Colchis

                        he sailed with your father in the Argo

to win the Golden Fleece

                        but now that friendship is forgotten.

 

            Your nurse

waits for you

outside the house.

                       

            You remember your nurse?

                        My old nurse.

                        Old and bent.

           

            Waiting for you.

                        Outside the house.

                       

                        Listen to what she has to say:

 

                                    MEDEA BECOMES THE NURSE

 

NURSE           What is to come?

                        Oh children

                        what is to come?

 

                        Jason, your father, siezes the Golden Fleece;

Medea, your mother, helps him win it;

for love of Jason your mother flees her father and her homeland;

for love of Jason your mother kills Pelias, King of Iolcus;

for love of Jason your mother joins him here in exile

here in Corinth.

 

                        The people of Corinth worship Medea –

                        an exotic princess from over the seas –

                        and Jason finds fame through his wife.

 

                        But now the marriage is broken.

                        Jason deserts his wife

                        deserts his children

                        takes to bed a new and younger bride,

                        the daughter of Kreon

                        King of Corinth.

 

                        Medea cries to the gods how Jason wrongs her.

                        She takes no food;

                        she takes no comfort

                        she cries the names

                        of her father and homeland,

                        which she betrayed when she fled with the man

                        who in turn has betrayed and abused her.

 

                        I fear my mistress.

I fear the violence in her soul,

                        I fear the workings of her mind.

                        I know my mistress.

                        I fear she’ll sharpen the knife

                        creep to the marriage bed

                        strike at the new-married bride

                        or the twice-married groom

                        and so bring misery to us all.

 

                       

MEDEA           And then you are there

                        my children

                        outside the house

                        cared for by your teacher.

 

           

                        JASON BECOMES THE TUTOR

 

TUTOR           Hasn’t the crying finished?

 

NURSE           The crying has only just started.

 

TUTOR           There’s more cause for crying still to come.

 

NURSE           What do you mean old man?

 

TUTOR           Nothing.  Nothing at all.

 

NURSE           Don’t keep your news from me.

                        I’m one to trust.

 

TUTOR           In the market

                        where people gather

                        to talk of the deeds of the powerful

                        I heard a person say

                        that Kreon the king will

                        exile the children

                        and their mother

                        from Corinth.

                        Whether this is true

                        I do not know.

                        I pray the rumour’s false.

 

NURSE           But Jason,

                        how could he allow his children

                        to suffer exile?

                        Though he’d be glad

to see their mother sent away.

 

TUTOR           Old ties give way to new.

                        Jason cares nothing now for those he once loved.

                        The promises of a man who seeks power

                        are easily made

and easily broken.

 

NURSE           [TO CHILDREN]  Do you hear?

                        Do you hear what kind of a father you have?

 

TUTOR           Keep quiet old woman.

                        This is not for our mistress to know.

 

NURSE           I wish Jason was dead.

                        No.

                        He’s still our master.

 

                        But how can he do this to his children?

 

                        Take them inside.

                        Keep them away from their mother.

                        I’ve seen her already

her eyes on fire

                        as though she’d do them harm

and nothing will quiet her rage

till she has claimed a victim.

 

                                    MEDEA HOWLS FROM THE HOUSE

 

TUTOR           You hear?

                        the anger grows in her heart

 

NURSE           The storm gathers.

                        Shelter them from the lightning-strike,

                        keep them from her sight.

 

                                    THE TUTOR SHEPHERDS THE CHILDREN AWAY

 

                        What will she do?

                        A soul full of wrong

                        a heart full of pride

                        and a mind fixed to its purpose.

 

                                    MEDEA HOWLS FROM THE HOUSE

 

                        I pity you, poor creature.

                        So much hate.

 

                        The anger of those in power

                        puts all of us in danger.

                        Used to being in control

                        who can control them?

                        The passions of the powerful

                        bring no profit to the people.

 

MEDEA           The people.

 

            You are the women

            the women of Corinth.

                       

            Here is your spokes-woman.

 

                                    JASON BECOMES THE WOMAN

 

CHORUS        Tell us, old woman, what has happened?

                        We hear the cry of the foreign princess.

                        We are sorry for the sorrows of this home.

 

NURSE           This is no home.

                        It is torn apart.

                        Her husband celebrates his royal wedding,

                        my mistress weeps in her room.

 

CHORUS        The cry we heard was a cry for death.

                        Why wish for death?

                        The final end comes fast enough.

                        Your husband plays

                        in a younger woman’s bed.

                        It’s a common story,

                        no cause to cry for death.

                        Will she come to us out here?

                        Listen to our words?

                        We want to help,

                        to comfort,

                        as only women can.

                        Speak gently to her,

                        bring her out of the house;

                        hurry

                        before she harms herself

                        or those that she loves most.

 

NURSE           I’ll try,

                        but I doubt I have the skill to soothe her.

                        If any come near

                        her eyes burn

                        like a lioness guarding her cubs.

                       

                        Where’s the music to soothe the savage soul?

                        where’s the music to cure

                        the bitter grief of death and disaster?

                        Not in my words, I fear,

                        but, to please you, I’ll try.

 

                                                MEDEA ASSUMES HER OWN PERSONA

 

MEDEA           Women of Corinth,

                        I am here –

                        why am I here? –

                        in order to be understood.

                        Those who live quiet lives,

                        modest lives,

                        as I do,

                        may be thought of as distant

                        or proud.

                        A foreigner especially

                        must be careful to be understood.

                        And I would not wish through lack of care

                        to offend my neighbours.

 

                        But what has happened is so unexpected

                        it has broken my heart.

                        I am finished.

                        I want to die.

 

                        It was everything for me to love one man

                        and he,

                        my husband,

                        has turned out wholly vile.

 

                        This is your country.

                        Your family and friends are here.

                        I have no-one,

                        I am no-one –

                        a refugee,

                        thought of as nothing by my husband –

                        a prize won in a foreign land.

                        No mother, no brother, no relation

                        no refuge in this sea of woe.

 

                        So what do I ask?

                        This:

 

                        If I can find the way

                        to pay my husband back –

                        my husband,

the girl he married 

and her father –

                        for what’s been done to me,

                        I beg your silence.

                        At other times women can be fearful,

                        acquiescent,

                        and shrink from the sight of the steel blade,

                        but once wronged in love

                        we women are allowed such thoughts of blood.

                        Give me your silence.

                       

CHORUS        This we promise.

                        We understand, Medea.

                        You’re right to pay your husband back.

                       

MEDEA           Look!

                        Kreon approaches,

 

CHORUS        Our King.

                        No doubt he has a matter of much importance

                        to announce.

 

MEDEA           You never met Kreon, children.

                        Your father didn’t think it useful

                        to introduce the sons

                        of his foreign wife.

 

                                    JASON ADOPTS THE PERSONA OF KREON

 

KREON           Medea.

                        I order you to leave my lands

                        an exile

                        with your children.

                        And to do so straightaway.

                        I will not return to my home

                        till you are safe

                        beyond the borders of my country.

 

MEDEA           I am lost.

                        I bear now the full force

                        of the storm of your hate

                        and can find no harbour to shelter in.

                        But why?

                        Why Kreon?

                        Why will you banish me?

 

KREON           I fear you.

                        I am not ashamed to admit it.

                        I fear the harm you could do my daughter.

                        I have ample grounds for my fear.

                        You’re a clever woman,

                        well versed in the evil arts.

                        You’re angry at having lost

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