434King. This Castle hath a pleasant seat,

435The ayre nimbly and sweetly recommends it selfe

436Vnto our gentle sences.

437Banq. This Guest of Summer,

438The Temple-haunting Barlet does approue,

439By his loued Mansonry, that the Heauens breath

440Smells wooingly here: no Iutty frieze,

441Buttrice, nor Coigne of Vantage, but this Bird

442Hath made his pendant Bed, and procreant Cradle,

443Where they must breed, and haunt: I haue obseru'd

444The ayre is delicate. Enter Lady.

445King. See, see, our honor'd Hostesse:

446The Loue that followes vs, sometime is our trouble,

447Which still we thanke as Loue. Herein I teach you,

448How you shall bid God-eyld vs for your paines,

449And thanke vs for your trouble.

450Lady. All our seruice,

451In euery point twice done, and then done double,

452Were poore, and single Businesse, to contend

453Against those Honors deepe, and broad,

454Wherewith your Maiestie loades our House:

455For those of old, and the late Dignities,

456Heap'd vp to them, we rest your Ermites.

457King. Where's the Thane of Cawdor?

458We courst him at the heeles, and had a purpose

459To be his Purueyor: But he rides well,

460And his great Loue (sharpe as his Spurre) hath holp him

461To his home before vs: Faire and Noble Hostesse

462We are your guest to night.

463La. Your Seruants euer,

464Haue theirs, themselues, and what is theirs in compt,

465To make their Audit at your Highnesse pleasure,

466Still to returne your owne.

467King. Giue me your hand:

468Conduct me to mine Host we loue him highly,

469And shall continue, our Graces towards him.

470By your leaue Hostesse. Exeunt