Macbeth by William Shakespeare

Act 1 - Scene 6

Before Macbeth’s castle.

Duncan : This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air [p]Nimbly and sweetly
recommends itself [p]Unto our gentle senses.

Banquo : This guest of summer, [p]The temple-haunting martlet, does
approve, [p]By his loved mansionry, that the heaven's breath [p]Smells
wooingly here: no jutty, frieze, [p]Buttress, nor coign of vantage,
but this bird [p]Hath made his pendent bed and procreant
cradle: [p]Where they most breed and haunt, I have observed, [p]The
air is delicate.

Duncan : See, see, our honour'd hostess! [p]The love that follows us sometime
is our trouble, [p]Which still we thank as love. Herein I teach
you [p]How you shall bid God 'ild us for your pains, [p]And thank us
for your trouble.

Lady Macbeth : All our service [p]In every point twice done and then done
double [p]Were poor and single business to contend [p]Against those
honours deep and broad wherewith [p]Your majesty loads our house: for
those of old, [p]And the late dignities heap'd up to them, [p]We rest
your hermits.

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

Lady Macbeth : Your servants ever [p]Have theirs, themselves and what is theirs, in
compt, [p]To make their audit at your highness' pleasure, [p]Still to
return your own.

Duncan : Give me your hand; [p]Conduct me to mine host: we love him
highly, [p]And shall continue our graces towards him. [p]By your
leave, hostess.

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