THE TRAGEDY OF MACBETH

Act 1 Scene 6

(Hautboys and torches. Enter King Duncan, Malcolm, Donalbain, Banquo, Lennox, Macduff, Ross, Angus, and attendants)
l1l	King Duncan	 This castle hath a pleasant seat. The air
l2l		Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself
l3l		Unto our gentle senses.
	Banquo	This guest of summer,
l4l		The temple-haunting martlet, does approve
l5l		By his loved mansionry that the heavens’ breath
l6l		Smells wooingly here. No jutty, frieze,
l7l		Buttress, nor coign of vantage but this bird
l8l		Hath made his pendant bed and procreant cradle#
l9l		Where they most breed and haunt I have observed
l10l		The air is delicate.
		(Enter Lady Macbeth)
		
	King Duncan	 See, see, our honoured hostess!
l11l		The love that follows us sometime is our trouble,
l12l		Which still we thank as love. Herein I teach you
l13l		How you shall bid God ’ield us for your pains,
l14l		And thank us for your trouble.
	Lady Macbeth	All our service
l15l		In every point twice done, and then done double,
l16l		Were poor and single business to contend
l17l		Against those honours deep and broad wherewith
l18l		Your majesty loads our house. For those of old,
l19l		And the late dignities heaped up to them,
l20l		We rest your hermits.
	King Duncan	Where’s the Thane of Cawdor?
l21l		We coursed him at the heels, and had a purpose
l22l		To be his purveyor# but he rides well,
l23l		And his great love, sharp as his spur, hath holp him
l24l		To his home before us. Fair and noble hostess,
l25l		We are your guest tonight.
	Lady Macbeth	Your servants ever
l26l		Have theirs, themselves, and what is theirs in count
l27l		To make their audit at your highness’ pleasure,
l28l		Still to return your own.
	King Duncan	Give me your hand.
l29l		Conduct me to mine host. We love him highly,
l30l		And shall continue our graces towards him.
l31l		By your leave, hostess.
		(Exeunt)