[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
Banquo
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,
[Enter Lady Macbeth]
Duncan
See, see, our honored hostess. The love
that follows us sometime is our trouble,
Which still we thank as love. Herin, I teach you
How you shall bid God 'ild us for your pains,
And thank us for your trouble.
Lady Macbeth
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,
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
Have theirs, themselves, and what is theirs in count
To make their audit at your highness' pleasure,
Still to return your own.
Duncan
Conduct me to mine host. We love him highly,
And shall continue our graces towards him.
[Duncan gives Lady Macbeth a kiss. All exit]
