ACT I. | |
SCENE VI. The same. Before the Castle. | |
| [Hautboys. Servants of Macbeth attending.] |
| [Enter Duncan, Malcolm, Donalbain, Banquo, Lennox, Macduff, Ross, |
| Angus, and Attendants.] |
DUNCAN. | |
| This castle hath a pleasant seat: the air |
| Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself |
| Unto our gentle senses. |
BANQUO. | |
| This guest of summer, |
| The temple-haunting martlet, does approve |
| By his lov'd mansionry, that the heaven's breath |
| Smells wooingly here: no jutty, frieze, buttress, |
| Nor coigne of vantage, but this bird hath made |
| His pendant bed and procreant cradle: |
| Where they most breed and haunt, I have observ'd |
| The air is delicate. |
| [Enter Lady Macbeth.] |
DUNCAN. | |
| See, see, our honour'd hostess!-- |
| The love that follows us sometime is our trouble, |
| Which still we thank as love. Herein I teach you |
| How you shall bid God ild us for your pains, |
| And thank us for your trouble. |
LADY MACBETH. | |
| All our service |
| In every point twice done, and then done double, |
| Were poor and single business to contend |
| Against those honours deep and broad wherewith |
| Your majesty loads our house: for those of old, |
| And the late dignities heap'd up to them, |
| We rest your hermits. |
DUNCAN. | |
| Where's the Thane of Cawdor? |
| We cours'd him at the heels, and had a purpose |
| To be his purveyor: but he rides well; |
| And his great love, sharp as his spur, hath holp him |
| To his home before us. Fair and noble hostess, |
| We are your guest tonight. |
LADY MACBETH. | |
| Your servants ever |
| Have theirs, themselves, and what is theirs, in compt, |
| To make their audit at your highness' pleasure, |
| Still to return your own. |
DUNCAN. | |
| Give me your hand; |
| Conduct me to mine host: we love him highly, |
| And shall continue our graces towards him. |
| By your leave, hostess. |
| [Exeunt.] |