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  • Title: Macbeth (Folio 1, 1623)
  • Editor: Anthony Dawson

    • ISBN: 978-1-55058-528-5

    Copyright Anthony Dawson. This text may be freely used for educational, non-profit purposes; for all other uses contact the Editor.
    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editor: Anthony Dawson
    Not Peer Reviewed

    Macbeth (Folio 1, 1623)

    430 Scena Sexta.
    Hoboyes, and Torches. Enter King, Malcolme,
    Donalbaine, Banquo, Lenox, Macduff,
    Rosse, Angus, and Attendants.
    King. This Castle hath a pleasant seat,
    435The ayre nimbly and sweetly recommends it selfe
    Vnto our gentle sences.
    Banq. This Guest of Summer,
    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,
    Where they must breed, and haunt: I haue obseru'd
    The ayre is delicate. Enter Lady.
    445King. See, see, our honor'd Hostesse:
    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.
    450Lady. All our seruice,
    In euery point twice done, and then done double,
    Were poore, and single Businesse, to contend
    Against those Honors deepe, and broad,
    Wherewith your Maiestie loades our House:
    455For those of old, and the late Dignities,
    Heap'd vp to them, we rest your Ermites.
    King.Where's
    The Tragedie of Macbeth. 135
    King. Where's the Thane of Cawdor?
    We courst him at the heeles, and had a purpose
    To be his Purueyor: But he rides well,
    460And his great Loue (sharpe as his Spurre) hath holp him
    To his home before vs: Faire and Noble Hostesse
    We are your guest to night.
    La. Your Seruants euer,
    Haue theirs, themselues, and what is theirs in compt,
    465To make their Audit at your Highnesse pleasure,
    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.
    470By your leaue Hostesse. Exeunt
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