Edward Capell [1767], Mr William Shakespeare his comedies, histories, and tragedies, set out by himself in quarto, or by the Players his Fellows in folio, and now faithfully republish'd from those Editions in ten Volumes octavo; with an introduction: Whereunto will be added, in some other Volumes, notes, critical and explanatory, and a Body of Various Readings entire (Printed by Dryden Leach, for J. and R. Tonson [etc.], London) [word count] [S10601].
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SCENE VI.
The same. Before the Castle.
Hautboys. Servants of Macbeth with Torches. Enter
Duncan, Malcolm, Donalbain, Macduff, Banquo,
Lenox, Ross, Angus, and Attendants.
Dun.
This castle hath a pleasant seat note; the air
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Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself
Unto our gentle sense. note14Q0498
Ban.
This guest of summer,
The temple-haunting martlet note, does approve,
By his lov'd mansionry note, that the heaven's breath
Smells wooingly note here: no jutting note frieze,
Buttress, nor coigne of vantage, but this bird
Hath made his pendant bed, and procreant cradle:
Where they most note breed, and haunt, I have observ'd,
The air is delicate.
Enter Lady Macbeth.
Dun.
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.
L. Mb.
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
Dun.
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 spur, hath holp him
To his home before us: Fair and noble hostess,
We are your guest to-night.
L. Mb.
Your servants ever
Have theirs, themselves, and what is theirs, in compt;
To make their audit at your highness' pleasure,
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Still to return your own.
Dun.
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.
Edward Capell [1767], Mr William Shakespeare his comedies, histories, and tragedies, set out by himself in quarto, or by the Players his Fellows in folio, and now faithfully republish'd from those Editions in ten Volumes octavo; with an introduction: Whereunto will be added, in some other Volumes, notes, critical and explanatory, and a Body of Various Readings entire (Printed by Dryden Leach, for J. and R. Tonson [etc.], London) [word count] [S10601].
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