hautboys and torches. Enter KING DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, BANQUO, LENNOX, MACDUFF, ROSS, ANGUS, and attendants
Torches light the stage. The sound of oboes playing. DUNCAN enters, along with MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, BANQUO, LENNOX, MACDUFF, ROSS, ANGUS, and their attendants.
DUNCAN This castle hath a pleasant seat. The air Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself Unto our gentle senses.
DUNCAN This castle sits in a pleasant place. The fresh, sweet air delights my senses.
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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.
BANQUO That the martin—a summer bird that builds its nest in the steeples of churches—builds its nest here proves how sweet and blessed the breeze is here. These birds have built nests on every projection, carving, buttress, and corner of this castle. Where martin's prefer to live and mate, I've noticed, are places where the air I've noticed that they always like to settle and mate where the air is most fine.
Enter LADY MACBETH
LADY MACBETH enters.
DUNCAN See, see, our honored 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, And thank us for your trouble.
DUNCAN Look, it's our honored hostess! I am troubled sometimes by the efforts that my subjects go to out of love for me, but I still thank you for your love. In saying this, I'm suggesting that you thank me for the trouble my presence is causing you, since I'm here out of my love for you.
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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 Your majesty loads our house. For those of old, And the late dignities heaped up to them, We rest your hermits.
LADY MACBETH All our efforts—even were they doubled and then doubled again—are poor and little acts when compared to the profound honor you've brought to our home. In gratitude for the honors you've given us in the past and those you've added just recently, we will always pray for and support you.
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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.
DUNCAN Where's the thane of Cawdor (i.e. Macbeth)? We followed him closely after him, and hoped to overtake him so we would be the ones to welcome him. But he rides well, and his great love for you, which is as sharp as his spur, helped him reach his home before us. Fair and noble hostess, we are your guests 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.
LADY MACBETH We are always your servants, and our servants, we ourselves, and everything we hold in trust for you. It is yours to use and enjoy, and we are ready to return it to you because it is, after all, really your own.
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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.
DUNCAN Give me your hand. Lead me to Macbeth, my host. I love him dearly, and I shall continue to hold him in high favor. When you're ready, hostess.