Macbeth: Act 1, Scene 6
*Hoboys and torches. Enter KING [DUNCAN],
MALCOLM,DONALBAIN, BANQUO, LENNOX,
MACDUFF, ROSS, ANGUS, and Attendants.
1This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air
2Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself
3Unto our gentle senses.
This guest of summer,
4The temple-haunting martlet, does approve,
5By his loved mansionry, that the heaven's breath
6Smells wooingly here: no jutty, frieze,
7Buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this bird
8Hath made his pendant bed and procreant cradle:
9Where they most breed and haunt, I have observed,
10The air is delicate.
Enter LADY [MACBETH].
See, see, our honour'd hostess!
11The love that follows us sometime is our trouble,
12Which still we thank as love. Herein I teach you
13How you shall bid God 'ield us for your pains,
14And thank us for your trouble.
All our service
15In every point twice done and then done double
16Were poor and single business to contend
17Against those honours deep and broad wherewith
18Your majesty loads our house: for those of old,
19And the late dignities heap'd up to them,
20We rest your hermits.
Where's the Thane of Cawdor?
21We coursed him at the heels, and had a purpose
22To be his purveyor: but he rides well;
23And his great love, sharp as his spur, hath holp him
24To his home before us. Fair and noble hostess,
25We are your guest to-night.
Your servants ever
26Have theirs, themselves and what is theirs, in compt,
27To make their audit at your highness' pleasure,
28Still to return your own.
Give me your hand;
29Conduct me to mine host: we love him highly,
30And shall continue our graces towards him.
31By your leave, hostess.