The Same. Before the Castle. | |
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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 | 4 |
| Unto our gentle senses. | |
| Ban. This guest of summer, | |
| The temple-haunting martlet, does approve | |
| By his lov’d mansionry that the heaven’s breath | 8 |
| 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 observ’d | 12 |
| The air is delicate. | |
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Enter LADY MACBETH. | |
| Dun. See, see, our honour’d hostess! | |
| The love that follows us sometime is our trouble, | 16 |
| Which still we thank as love. Herein I teach you | |
| How you shall bid God ’eyld us for your pains, | |
| And thank us for your trouble. | |
| Lady M. All our service, | 20 |
| 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, | 24 |
| And the late dignities heap’d up to them, | |
| We rest your hermits. | |
| Dun. Where’s the Thane of Cawdor? | |
| We cours’d him at the heels, and had a purpose | 28 |
| 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. | 32 |
| Lady M. 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. | 36 |
| Dun. Give me your hand; | |
| Conduct me to mine host: we love him highly, | |
| And shall continue our graces towards him. | |
| By your leave, hostess. [Exeunt. | 40 |
