Page 2090 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

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
The air is delicate.

Enter Lady Macbeth.

KING

See, see, our honoured hostess − [10]
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
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.

KING
Where’s the Thane of Cawdor?

We coursed him at the heels and had a purpose [20]
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
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.

KING