| ACT I SCENE VI | The same. 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, | 5 |
| | The temple-haunting martlet, does approve, | |
| | By his loved mansionry, that the heaven's breath | |
| | Smells wooingly here: no jutty, frieze, | |
| | Buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this bird | |
| | Hath made his pendent bed and procreant cradle: | 10 |
| | Where they most breed and haunt, I have observed, | |
| | 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? | 25 |
| | 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. | 30 |
| 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; | 35 |
| | Conduct me to mine host: we love him highly, | |
| | And shall continue our graces towards him. | |
| | By your leave, hostess. | |
| | Exeunt. | |
