| Tutor |
Oh, children, my heart is so sore, I’m afraid you will come to some harm. (...) Mas eis que os filhos, acabadas as corridas, se aproximam, sem nada saber da desgraça da mãe; é que a mente juvenil não gosta de sofrer. Will Jason let his sons be so abused, even if he’s fighting with their mother? Children, do you hear the way your father is treating you? You see, this is it. Dear children, your mother has stirred up her heart, she has stirred up her rage. Hurry up now and get yourselves inside the house - but don’t get too close to her, don’t let her see you: her ways are too wild, her nature is hateful, her mind is too willful. Go in. Hurry up! Their father’s done wrong-why should you hate them? |
| Medea |
O children, accursed, may you die-with your father! Your mother is hateful. Go to hell, the whole household! Once that’s done, the next thing I must do chokes me with sorrow. I will kill the children - my children. No one on this earth can save them. I’ll ruin Jason’s household, then I’ll leave this land, I’ll flee the slaughter of the children I love so dearly. I will have the nerve for this unholy deed. Porque eu vou matar os meus filhos. Não há quem os possa livrar. E, depois de ter derrubado toda a casa de Jasão, saio do país, fugindo do assassínio dos meus filhos adorados, eu, que ousei a mais ímpia das ações. He’ll never see them alive again, the children that I bore him. Nor will he ever father another child: his new bride, evil woman, she must die an evil death, extinguished by my drugs. Não era para isto que eu vos tinha criado, ó filhos, não foi para isto que eu sofri trabalhos e passei torturas, suportando as dores agudas de dar à luz. Your eyes no longer will look upon your mother. You’ll move on to a different life. Oh god, your eyes, the way you look at me. Why do you smile, my children, your very last smile? Aah, what will I do? The heart goes out of me, women, when I look at my children’s shining eyes. I couldn’t do this. I’ll take my children with me when I leave. Why should I, just to cause their father pain, feel twice the pain myself by harming them? By the avenging ones who live below in Hades, no, I will not leave my children at the mercy of my enemies’ outrage. My friends, it is decided: as soon as possible I must kill my children and leave this land before I give my enemies a chance to slaughter them with a hand that’s moved by hatred. They must die anyway, and since they must, I will kill them. I’m the one who bore them (…) Unhappy hand, act now. Take up the sword, just take it; approach the starting post of pain to last a lifetime; do not weaken, don’t remember that you love your children dearly, that you gave them life. |
Medea’s children and the Parental Alienation Syndrome