Jonah Kleinman - Act 1 Scene 6
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- The temple-haunting martlet, does approve,By his loved mansionry, that the heaven’s breathSmells wooingly here. No jutty, frieze,Buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this birdHath made his pendant bed and procreant cradle.Where they most breed and haunt, I haveobserved,The air is delicate.
- This castle hath a pleasant seat. The air Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself Unto our gentle senses.
- All our service,In every point twice done and then done double,Were poor and single business to contendAgainst those honors deep and broad wherewithYour Majesty loads our house. For those of old,And the late dignities heaped up to them,We rest your hermits.
- See, see our honored hostess!—The love that follows us sometime is our trouble,Which still we thank as love. Herein I teach youHow you shall bid God ’ild us for your painsAnd thank us for your trouble.
- Your servants everHave theirs, themselves, and what is theirs in comptTo make their audit at your Highness’ pleasure,Still to return your own
- Where’s the Thane of Cawdor?We coursed him at the heels and had a purposeTo be his purveyor; but he rides well,And his great love, sharp as his spur, hath helpedhimTo his home before us. Fair and noble hostess,We are your guest tonight.
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