I am unacceptable. I feel dirty. I know I'm weak. This exile is part of our destiny. I am so weak. I am nothing, and I can't believe, that you've accepted me for who I am. I am your wife, if you will marry me. / If not, I’ll be your maid. To be your fellow. / You may deny me, but I’ll be your servant. / Whether you will or not.** I am accepted now. [**paraphrased from Shakespeare's "The Tempest," III.i.77–86]