Unbearable constraints of my sex
That I can
Do little more than sow seeds of ambition
And pray to reap a plentiful harvest,
Manipulate with greatest skill until I can
Nearly taste Duncan's blood,
Entice him to the act until
Death bestows upon me the crown. Oh curse the
Servitude of femininity, my
Purpose is greater than to have some
Obscene creature nursing at my breast; what I would not give
That I were not a woman!
I guess I would have to know the story to get the character, but there is something that I like about the honest expression of emotions.
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