Macbeth
Act I, Scene 6
Before Macbeth’s castle.
- Hoboys and torches. Enter King Duncan, Malcolm, Donalbain,
- Banquo, Lennox, Macduff, Rosse, Angus, and Attendants.
Duncan
1 - 3- This castle hath a pleasant seat, the air
- Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself
- Unto our gentle senses.
Banquo
4 - 11- This guest of summer,
- The temple-haunting marlet, does approve,
- By his lov’d mansionry, that the heaven’s breath
- Smells wooingly here; no jutty, frieze,
- Buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this bird
- Hath made his pendant bed and procreant cradle.
- Where they most breed and haunt, I have observ’d
- The air is delicate.
- Enter Lady Macbeth.
Duncan
12 - 16- See, see, our honor’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 ’ield us for your pains,
- And thank us for your trouble.
Lady Macbeth
17 - 23- All our service
- In every point twice done, and then done double,
- Were poor and single business to contend
- Against those honors 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 ermites.
Duncan
24 - 29- 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 tonight.
Lady Macbeth
30 - 33- Your servants ever
- Have theirs, themselves, and what is theirs, in compt,
- To make their audit at your Highness’ pleasure,
- Still to return your own.
Duncan
34 - 37- 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.