Medea Monologue
Medea Monologue
Medea Monologue
But this is not how it will be. Don't even think it.
There are still trials for the newly-weds
and for their kin no small troubles.
Do you think that I would ever have fawned on him
if not to get something or with some plan in mind?
I would not even have spoken to him or touched his hands.
He has reached such a state of recklessness,
that though he could have destroyed all my plans
by forcing me out of the country, he has allowed me to remain
this one day, in which I will turn three of my enemies into
corpses, the father, the daughter, and my husband.
I have many ways to kill them;
I do not know which to try first, my friends.
Whether I should set the bridal chamber on fire
or thrust a sharp sword through her liver,
in silence going into the house where the bed is laid.
But there is one thing in the way: if I am caught
entering the house in secret and carrying out my scheme,
I will die and become a laughing stock to my enemies.
Best the straight route in which I am
most skilled to take them off with poisons.
So far so good.
And then they are dead. What city will take me in?
What friend abroad will offer me asylum
and a secure home and save my life?
There is none. Let me wait a short time
in case some tower of strength will occur to me
and then with deceit and in silence proceed to the murder.
But if I am driven by resourceless misfortune
I will myself take the sword even if I must die
and kill them I will go to such an extreme of daring.
No! By the mistress I worship
most of all and have chosen as my helpmate,
Hecate, dwelling in the inmost recesses of my hearth,
no one will bruise and batter my heart and get away with it.
I will make their marriage bitter and painful,
bitter the royal connection and my exile from this land.
But come. Spare nothing of what you know, Medea, planning and
scheming.
Go now to the edge. This is a contest for heroes.
You see what you suffer. You must not be a laughing stock
to these sons of Sisyphus and this marriage of Jason,
you who are born of a noble father, son of the Sun god.
But you know all that. And besides we are
women, most helpless for the good,