Dun.
This castle hath a pleasant seat ^note; the air
Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself ^note

Unto our gentle senses ^{note note}.

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

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

Lady M.
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 ^{note note}.

Dun.
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 ^note his spur, hath holp him
To his ^note home before us. Fair and noble hostess,
We are your guest to-night.

Lady M.
Your servants ever
Have theirs, themselves, and what is theirs, in compt, ^note
To make their audit at your highness' pleasure,
Still to return your own.

Dun.
Give me your hand;
Conduct me to mine host: we ^note love him highly,
And shall continue our graces towards him. ^note
By your leave, hostess. [Exeunt. ^note

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