Sunday, November 13, 2016

The Broken Love of Medea and Jason

Within the play Medea write by Euripides, the woman/ start Medea has her emotions transformed from despair to control. She changed from everlastingly being overwhelmed and depressed cod to her hubby, Jasons marrying for greater mogul; to a controlling and manipulating woman, who had ire towards every unmatched, soon enough found sleep with for her children. However, that love for her children was something she was willing to devote to destroy Jason. Medea took the title murderer in her past be reason she tricked the daughters of Pelias into putting to death their father when Medea told them she could make Pelias juvenility again. Medea killed her brother Absyrtus to help Jason run away from Colchis with the Golden Fleece. She couldnt exsert the title even in her new city of Corinth.\nMedea was an neglectful woman with two children. She was humbled and depressed by her husbands dishonor. She showered herself in unceasing tears and pity. At one point in the fib on lin e 65, the childrens tutor even asks is she non done with weeping yet? and the nurse responds with shes besides started (Euripides, 65). Her depression was her weakness; it make her fierce, resembling a bull for her kindle and the scathe she could potentially cause someone. This broke her down, making her indispensability to kill not that herself, but her children as fountainhead (Euripides, 100-103).\nMedea did not care to the highest degree herself; she was awaiting her own death. As she whined and cried she everlastingly said I care I could die, and asked when the nightmare would be over (Euripides, 105). Her workers expressed that they feared her. They feared for her children and what she was undefended of doing being so savage and depressed. Jason also wondered what she might do to his new royal family and the children he left behind. This gained her new enemies who were not only out to harm her, but for her children as well. I reacted to this greatly because I cannot create mentally a mother scent over joyed of ...

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