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[Enter Katherina, and Bianca (with her hands tied)]

Bianca

Good sister, don’t do this to me—or to yourself. Don’t treat me like a slave. If you want my clothes, just untie me and I’ll take them off myself. You can have them all, down to my slip. I’ll do what you ask. I know to obey my elders.

Katherina

In that case, here’s what I ask: who do you like best of all your suitors? Tell the truth.

Brutus

It must be by his death; and, for my part,
I know no personal cause to spurn at him,
But for the general. He would be crowned —
How that might change his nature, there's the question.
It is the bright day that brings forth the adder,
And that craves wary walking. Crown him that,
And then, I grant, we put a sting in him
That at his will he may do danger with.

Ross

And Duncan's horses — a thing most strange and certain — 
Beauteous and swift, the minions of their race,
Turned wild in nature, broke their stalls, flung out,
Contending 'gainst obedience, as they would make
War with mankind.

Old Man

                                  'Tis said they ate each other.

Ross

They did so, to the amazement of mine eyes
That looked upon't. Here comes the good Macduff.

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