The stage is set at the limits of human experience. A woman is driven to the edge. She weighs before her the future and the past then tosses the scales into the sea - urgency and pain forcing her decision.
The limits shift to a world far beyond the worst imaginings. A world beyond breaking hearts and searing tears, a place where deepest love is no longer sick, but dead and mourned; where hurt feeds eternal and death has overcome. And the people stand by, look on, witnesses to the tragedy, unwilling to intervene...
The innocent are slaughtered. The sun shines on.
Medea is a play about the terror born of humanity's inability to forgive. A timeless tragedy, as relevant today as when it was first written. It is a universal story about a woman stretched to the limits of her experience - surviving on the edge. Medea forces us to examine our strongest, most primitive impulses - to open our eyes and look. We recognise her humanity - we see the need for revenge, to hurt the one who has hurt us; to slay the innocent in order to cause the deepest pain. We watch the destruction, failing to intervene.
But Medea is more than this. It is a play that pits rationality against emotion, civilisation against barbarism. It is a play about the centre and the edge. Who holds the power? Medea is different - an outsider, a foreigner. How do we deal with the stranger... and what will the consequences be?