And Duncan’s horses,—a thing most strange and certain,— Beauteous and swift, the minions of their race, Turn’d wild in nature, broke their stalls, flung out, Contending ’gainst obedience, as they would make War with mankind.
But all’s too weak; For brave Macbeth,—well he deserves that name,— Disdaining fortune, with his brandish’d steel, Which smok’d with bloody execution, Like valor’s minion, Carv’d out his passag tTill he fac’d the slave; And ne’er shook hands, nor bade farewell to him, Till he unseam’d him from the nave to the chaps, And fix’d his head upon our battlements.
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The minion that does all her dirty work.
Marissa Meyer -- Cinder
I had no idea who he was, or whether he had other, worse minions to send against me.