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[Before Macbeth’s castle]
Hautboys and torches. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, BANQUO, LENNOX, MACDUFF, ROSS, ANGUS, and Attendants
Dun. This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air | |
| Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself | |
| Unto our gentle 1 senses. | |
| Ban. This guest of summer, | 4 |
| The temple-haunting martlet, 2 does approve, | |
| By his loved masonry, that the heaven’s breath | |
| Smells wooingly here; no jutty, 3 frieze, | |
| Buttress, nor coign 4 of vantage, but this bird | 8 |
| Hath made his pendent bed and procreant cradle. | |
| Where they most breed and haunt, I have observ’d | |
| The air is delicate. | |
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Enter LADY MACBETH
Dun. See, see, our honour’d hostess! | 12 |
| The love that follows us sometime is our trouble, | |
| Which still we thank as love. Herein I teach you | |
| How you shall bid God ’eild 5 us for your pains, | |
| And thank us for your trouble. | 16 |
| Lady M. All our service | |
| In every point twice done and then done double | |
| Were poor and single 6 business to contend | |
| Against those honours deep and broad wherewith | 20 |
| Your Majesty loads our house. For those of old, | |
| And the late dignities heap’d up to them, | |
| We rest your hermits. 7 | |
| Dun. Where’s the thane of Cawdor? | 24 |
| We cours’d him at the heels, and had a purpose | |
| To be his purveyor; 8 but he rides well, | |
| And his great love, sharp as his spur, hath holp him | |
| To his home before us. Fair and noble hostess, | 28 |
| We are your guest to-night. | |
| Lady M. Your servants ever | |
| Have theirs, themselves, and what is theirs, in compt, 9 | |
| To make their audit at your Highness’ pleasure, | 32 |
| Still to return your own. | |
| Dun. Give me your hand; | |
| Conduct me to mine host. We love him highly, | |
| And shall continue our graces towards him. | 36 |
| By your leave, hostess. Exeunt. | |
