Conversation Piece - Monday, December 8, 2008
"Oh, come not near me, sir; I shall defile you.
I am that of your blood was taken from you
For your better health. Look no more upon't
But cast it to the ground regardlessly;
Let the common sewer take it from distinction.
Beneath the stars, upon yon meteor
Ever hung my fate, 'mongst things corruptible;
I ne'er could pluck it from him. My loathing
Was prophet to the rest, bu ne'er believed;
Mine honor fell with him, and now my life."
(The Changeling V.iii.158-67)
I am that of your blood was taken from you
For your better health. Look no more upon't
But cast it to the ground regardlessly;
Let the common sewer take it from distinction.
Beneath the stars, upon yon meteor
Ever hung my fate, 'mongst things corruptible;
I ne'er could pluck it from him. My loathing
Was prophet to the rest, bu ne'er believed;
Mine honor fell with him, and now my life."
(The Changeling V.iii.158-67)
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Shattered World View?
It is difficult weighing the importance of these lines to the play as a whole. Much of the violence does seem senseless. When Marcus questions whether the hunting grounds, similar to the "gloomy woods" in Ovid's Metamorphoses, have been made "by nature...for murders and rapes," he attests to how difficult it is to find reasons for all the horrific things that have already happened. As Marcus seeks reasons, he questions whether the Gods revel in such horrors and have shaped this world to facilitate such violence. I feel like these lines would have created a stir in the time in which the play was performed. Marcus's words call into question the Christian idea of a benevolent creator and the rewarding of moral behavior in the afterlife. Marcus seeks answers just the like reader does, offering an answer that for a Renaissance audience, would have made the violence even more foreign and strange.