ACT 1, SCENE 6: Before Macbeth's castle.

Hautboys and torches. 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 loved mansionry, that the heaven's breath                             [5]
Smells wooingly here: no jutty, frieze,
Buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this bird
Hath made his pendent bed and procreant cradle:
Where they most breed and haunt, I have observed,
The air is delicate.                                                                                      [10]

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                               [15]
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.                                                                               [20]

DUNCAN:                           Where's the thane of Cawdor?
We coursed 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 to-night.                                                                     [25]

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.                                      [30]
By your leave, hostess.

[Exeunt.]


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