SUMMERS, KAREN CRADY, Ph.D. Reading Incest - The University ...
SUMMERS, KAREN CRADY, Ph.D. Reading Incest - The University ...
SUMMERS, KAREN CRADY, Ph.D. Reading Incest - The University ...
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Rejection of God and divine order relegates the offender to a bestial status. Arbaces<br />
himself personifies the “mungrell” mixture of two incompatible aspects—body and<br />
soul—of the human condition which are always warring.<br />
At first Arbaces attempts to deal with this passion in a semi-logical, if<br />
nonsensical, way. Because knowledge of Panthea’s beauty and desirability first strike<br />
him by the eyes, he fashions himself as blind to her presence. Following are several<br />
instances of his willful unseeing:<br />
Gobrias. Why does not your majesty speak?<br />
Arbaces. To whom?<br />
Gobrias. To the princess.<br />
. . .<br />
Arbaces. You mean this lady. Lift her from the earth:<br />
Why do you let her kneel so long?—Alas!<br />
Madam, your beauty uses to command,<br />
And not to beg. . . . But where's my sister?<br />
I bade, she should be brought.<br />
. . .<br />
Gobrias. Do you not see her there?<br />
Arbaces. Where?<br />
Gobrias. <strong>The</strong>re.<br />
Arbaces. <strong>The</strong>re? where ?<br />
. . . Why, do you mock me? I can see<br />
No other here, but that petitioning lady.<br />
Gobrias. Sir, it is she.<br />
Arbaces. 'Tis false.<br />
. . .<br />
Gobrias. That lady, sir:<br />
She is your sister; and she is your sister<br />
That loves you so; 'tis she for whom I weep,<br />
To see you use her thus.<br />
. . .<br />
Arbaces. Away! No more of this!<br />
Here I pronounce him traitor,<br />
<strong>The</strong> direct plotter of my death, that names<br />
Or thinks her for my sister: 'Tis a lie,