Scene VI

[Before Macbeth's castle

Hautboys and torches.]

Enter King [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.

DUNCAN:

This castle is a pleasant place to live. The air
Smells light and sweet
To our gentle senses.

BANQUO:

This guest of summer,
The temple-haunting martlet, does approve(5)
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(10)
The air is delicate.

BANQUO:

The temple-haunting martlet, this bird of summer,
Approves this place by his loved dwelling places,
That heaven's breath smells wooingly here.
There isn’t an embankment, painted decoration, support,
Or quarters for rich guests where this bird hasn’t made
His loose hanging bed and cradle for its young.
I have observed that the air is delicate
In areas where they frequently breed and visit.

Enter Lady Macbeth.

DUNCAN:

See, see, our honor'd 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,(15)
And thank us for your trouble.

DUNCAN:

See, see, our honored hostess!
The love that follows us sometimes is our trouble,
Which are still grateful for as love. Herein I will teach you
How you shall bid God to reward 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(20)
Your Majesty loads our house. For those of old,
And the late dignities heap'd up to them,
We rest your hermits.

LADY MACBETH:

All our service,
If done twice in every point, and then done double,
Would be poor and single business to compete
With those honors deep and broad that
Your majesty heaps upon our house. For those of old,
And the recent titles heaped on them,
We remain your hermits.

DUNCAN:

Where's the Thane of Cawdor?
We coursed him at the heels and had a purpose(25)
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.

DUNCAN:

Where's the Baron of Cawdor?
We followed him close to his heels and wanted
To be his provider of necessary things. Only he rides well,
And his great love of us, as sharp as his spur, has helped him
To get to his home before us. Beautiful and noble hostess,
We are your guests tonight.

LADY MACBETH:

Your servants ever(30)
Have theirs, themselves, and what is theirs, in compt,
To make their audit at your Highness’ pleasure,
Still to return your own.

LADY MACBETH:

Your servants always
Have their necessities, themselves, and what they own, in elegance,
To make their reckoning of accounts at your highness' pleasure,
Still to return your own goods.

DUNCAN:

Give me your hand;
Conduct me to mine host. We love him highly,(35)
And shall continue our graces towards him.
By your leave, hostess.

DUNCAN:

Give me your hand;
Take me to my host. We love him highly,
And shall continue our graces towards him.
With your permission, hostess.

Exeunt.