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)
Monday, December 8, 2008
The Fall
I don’t think Beatrice is necessarily shifting her blame onto others. Instead, I think she, like her father, is surprised at her behavior and its implications and is just trying to figure out how she fell so far. When a list of her actions were forced out of her by Alsemero, she realized that she had lost herself and tried to find an answer for how much she had changed. Finally coming to none, all she can offer are excuses. “I know that I’ve become an evil person but I still don’t know how I got this far. Maybe it was fate, or maybe it was always my nature but it just didn’t surface until now. Either way, my shame and sins can no longer be brooked and thus my fate is fitting.”
