Act 1, Scene 6

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[Before Macbeth's castle, flutes and torches. Enter Duncan, Malcolm, Donalbain, Banquo, Lennox, Macduff, Ross, Angus, and Attendants.]

Duncan

This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air
Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself
Unto our gentle senses.

Banquo

                                           This guest of summer,
The temple-haunting martlet, does approve,
By his loved mansionry, that the heaven's breath
Smells wooingly here: no jutty, frieze,
Buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this bird
Hath made his pendent bed and procreant cradle.
Where they most breed and haunt, I have observed,
The air is delicate.
[Enter Lady Macbeth]

Duncan

See, see, our honored 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 'ild us for your pains,
And thank us for your trouble.

Lady Macbeth

                                                      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 heaped up to them,
We rest your hermits.

Duncan

                                    Where's the Thane of Cawdor?
We coursed 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 helped him
To his home before us. Fair and noble hostess,
We are your guest to-night.

Lady Macbeth

                                              Your servants ever
Have theirs — themselves and what is theirs — in count
To make their audit at your highness' pleasure,
Still to return your own.

Duncan

                                           Give me your hand;
Conduct me to mine host. We love him highly,
And shall continue our graces towards him.
By your leave, hostess.
[Exit]