ACT I
SCENE VI 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
 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.

 [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?
 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.

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.
 By your leave, hostess.

 [Exeunt]




 MACBETH


ACT I