1.6.0.2431Hautboys and torches. Enter King, Malcolm, 432Donalbain, Banquo, Lennox, Macduff, 433Ross, Angus, and attendants. This castle hath a pleasant seat;
435the air
1.6.2Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself
Unto our gentle senses. This guest of summer,
1.6.4438The temple-haunting martlet, does approve
1.6.5439By his loved mansionry that the heavens' breath
1.6.6440Smells wooingly here. No jutty, frieze,
1.6.7441Buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this bird
1.6.8442Hath made his pendant bed and procreant cradle.
1.6.9443Where they most breed and haunt, I have observed
See, see, our honored hostess.
446The love
1.6.12That follows us sometime is our trouble,
1.6.13447Which still we thank as love. Herein I teach you
1.6.14448How you shall bid God 'ield us for your pains
And thank us for your trouble. All our service
1.6.16451In every point twice done, and then done double,
1.6.17452Were poor and single business to contend
1.6.19Your majesty loads our house.
455For those of old,
1.6.20And the late dignities
456heaped up to them,
We rest your hermits. Where's the Thane of Cawdor?
1.6.22458We coursed him at the heels and had a purpose
1.6.23459To be his purveyor, but he rides well,
1.6.24460And his great love, sharp as his spur, hath holp him
1.6.25461To his home before us. Fair and noble hostess,
We are your guest tonight. Your servants ever
1.6.27464Have theirs, themselves, and what is theirs in count,
1.6.28465To make their audit at your highness' pleasure,
Still to return your own. Give me your hand,
1.6.30468Conduct me to mine host. We love him highly,
1.6.31469And shall continue our graces towards him.