Macbeth (Folio 1, 1623)
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Scena Sexta.
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Hoboyes, and Torches. Enter King, Malcolme,
¶Vnto our gentle sences.
¶The Temple-haunting Barlet does approue,
¶By his loued Mansonry, that the Heauens breath
440Smells wooingly here: no Iutty frieze,
¶Buttrice, nor Coigne of Vantage, but this Bird
¶Hath made his pendant Bed, and procreant Cradle,
¶The ayre is delicate.
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Enter Lady.
¶The Loue that followes vs, sometime is our trouble,
¶Which still we thanke as Loue. Herein I teach you,
¶How you shall bid God-eyld vs for your paines,
¶And thanke vs for your trouble.
¶In euery point twice done, and then done double,
455For those of old, and the late Dignities,
¶Heap'd vp to them, we rest your Ermites.
¶King. Where's the Thane of Cawdor?
¶To be his Purueyor: But he rides well,
460And his great Loue (sharpe as his Spurre) hath holp him
¶We are your guest to night.
¶La. Your Seruants euer,
¶Haue theirs, themselues, and what is theirs in compt,
¶Still to returne your owne.
¶King. Giue me your hand:
¶Conduct me to mine Host we loue him highly,
¶And shall continue, our Graces towards him.
Exeunt
