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Enter now a woman of perhaps thirty years of age, pretty-enough though obviously distressed, tears streaming down her face as she flies through the castle Macduff... er... the Mansion, rather.
"Murder!" She cries, as if her very life depends on it. And as far as she knows, it does. "Murder!"
Running as fast as her feet will carrier, it does not take the woman long to realize she is not on familiar ground. This was not her husband's Fife... Why, this archetecture was not Scottish at all, marble and polished wood rather than cold stone and rugs.
With a terrified sob she spins about, expecting her pursuers to round the corner at any moment and end her life as cruelly as they had her beloved son's.
"What strange place is this? What new tortures lie in wait beyond mine eyes..?"
Typist: Perhaps the most random request that's ever been asked of me (I love you anyway Court!), I present Lady Macduff from Shakespeare's tragic Scottish Play Macbeth. Taken from the very end of her one scene XD. And no, I will not be writing in iambic pentameter... because let's face it, that takes a ton of time and effort to get right. I will try my hardest to use Elizabethian English though... but cut me some slack if I slip up from time to time, pretty please? Oh man, I can sense the failage already.
"Murder!" She cries, as if her very life depends on it. And as far as she knows, it does. "Murder!"
Running as fast as her feet will carrier, it does not take the woman long to realize she is not on familiar ground. This was not her husband's Fife... Why, this archetecture was not Scottish at all, marble and polished wood rather than cold stone and rugs.
With a terrified sob she spins about, expecting her pursuers to round the corner at any moment and end her life as cruelly as they had her beloved son's.
"What strange place is this? What new tortures lie in wait beyond mine eyes..?"
Typist: Perhaps the most random request that's ever been asked of me (I love you anyway Court!), I present Lady Macduff from Shakespeare's tragic Scottish Play Macbeth. Taken from the very end of her one scene XD. And no, I will not be writing in iambic pentameter... because let's face it, that takes a ton of time and effort to get right. I will try my hardest to use Elizabethian English though... but cut me some slack if I slip up from time to time, pretty please? Oh man, I can sense the failage already.