Macbeth: Act 1, Scene 6



         *        Hoboys and torches. Enter KING [DUNCAN],
           MALCOLM,DONALBAIN, BANQUO, LENNOX,
           MACDUFF, ROSS, ANGUS, and Attendants.


      DUNCAN
  1   This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air
  2   Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself
  3   Unto our gentle senses.

      BANQUO
                                       This guest of summer,
  4   The temple-haunting martlet, does approve,
  5   By his loved mansionry, that the heaven's breath
  6   Smells wooingly here: no jutty, frieze,
  7   Buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this bird
  8   Hath made his pendant bed and procreant cradle:
  9   Where they most breed and haunt, I have observed,
 10   The air is delicate.

            Enter LADY [MACBETH].

       DUNCAN
                                 See, see, our honour'd hostess!
 11   The love that follows us sometime is our trouble,
 12   Which still we thank as love. Herein I teach you
 13   How you shall bid God 'ield us for your pains,
 14   And thank us for your trouble.

       LADY MACBETH
                                                   All our service
 15   In every point twice done and then done double
 16   Were poor and single business to contend
 17   Against those honours deep and broad wherewith
 18   Your majesty loads our house: for those of old,
 19   And the late dignities heap'd up to them,
 20   We rest your hermits.

      DUNCAN
                                Where's the Thane of Cawdor?
 21   We coursed him at the heels, and had a purpose
 22   To be his purveyor: but he rides well;
 23   And his great love, sharp as his spur, hath holp him
 24   To his home before us. Fair and noble hostess,
 25   We are your guest to-night.

       LADY MACBETH
                                               Your servants ever
 26   Have theirs, themselves and what is theirs, in compt,
 27   To make their audit at your highness' pleasure,
 28   Still to return your own.

      DUNCAN
                                   Give me your hand;
 29   Conduct me to mine host: we love him highly,
 30   And shall continue our graces towards him.
 31   By your leave, hostess.

            Exeunt.