Unsex

Lady Macbeth: Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts! unsex me here, And fill me from the crown to the toe full Of direst cruelty:

The Amazon cut off a breat to battle: How will not Woman disfigure and unsex herself to gain her end?

The Sea-king, Ravisher of Ilium Knows not her false and slavering tongue, thrust out, Lewd bitch, to lick and fawn and smile and be The secret soul of unforgiving hell! Dare it, She-devil! Unsex thyself, and be His murderess!

[…]she had expected the worst ever since Drusilla had deliberately tried to unsex herself by refusing to feel any natural grief at the death in battle not only of her affianced husband but of her own father […]