Inverness. Before the Castle.
 HAUTBOYS 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 pendant bed and procreant cradle.
	Where they most breed and haunt I have observed
	The air is delicate.

                           Enter LADY MACBETH.

Duncan							See, see, our honoured 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										All our service,
	In every point twice done and then done double,
	Were poor and single business to contend
	Against those honours 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 holp him
	To his home before us. Fair and noble hostess,
	We are your guest tonight.

Lady Macbeth									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									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.
