SCENE VI.
Hautboys and Torches. Enter King, Malcolm, Donalbain, Banquo, Lenox, Macduff, Rosse, Angus, and Attendants.
King.
This castle hath a pleasant seat 9Q0516; the air
Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself
7 note
Unto out gentle senses.
Ban.
This guest of summer,
The temple-haunting 8 note
martlet, does approve,
By his lov'd mansionry, that the heaven's breath
Smells wooingly here: no jutty frieze,
Buttress, nor coigne of vantage9 note, but this bird
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Hath made his pendant bed, and procreant cradle:
Where they 1 notemost breed and haunt, I have observ'd,
The air is delicate.
Enter Lady Macbeth.
King.
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,
2 note
How you shall bid God yield us for your pains,
And thank us for your trouble.
Lady.
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,
3 note
We rest your hermits.
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King.
Where's the thane of Cawdor?
We cours'd him at the heels, and had a purpose
To be his purveyor: but he rides well;
And his great love, sharp as his spur4 note
, hath holp him
To his home before us: Fair and noble hostess,
We are your guest to-night.
Lady.
5 note
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.
King.
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.
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Samuel Johnson [1778], The plays of William Shakspeare. In ten volumes. With the corrections and illustrations of various commentators; to which are added notes by Samuel Johnson and George Steevens. The second edition, Revised and Augmented (Printed for C. Bathurst [and] W. Strahan [etc.], London) [word count] [S10901].
