Macbeth
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- This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself Unto our gentle senses.
- 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,
- Duncan and banquo enter the castle
- 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 meets with Lady Macbeth
- 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.
- 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 wants to see Macbeth
- 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.
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