1    This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air
2    Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself
3    Unto our gentle senses.

4    This guest of summer,
5    The temple-haunting martlet, does approve,
6    By his loved mansionry, that the heaven's breath
7    Smells wooingly here: no jutty, frieze,
8    Buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this bird
9    Hath made his pendent bed and procreant cradle:
10   Where they most breed and haunt, I have observed,
11   The air is delicate.

12   See, see, our honour'd hostess!
13   The love that follows us sometime is our trouble,
14   Which still we thank as love. Herein I teach you
15   How you shall bid God 'ild us for your pains,
16   And thank us for your trouble.

17   All our service
18   In every point twice done and then done double
19   Were poor and single business to contend
20   Against those honours deep and broad wherewith
21   Your majesty loads our house: for those of old,
22   And the late dignities heap'd up to them,
23   We rest your hermits.

24   Where's the thane of Cawdor?
25   We coursed him at the heels, and had a purpose
26   To be his purveyor: but he rides well;
27   And his great love, sharp as his spur, hath holp him
28   To his home before us. Fair and noble hostess,
29   We are your guest to-night.

30   Your servants ever
31   Have theirs, themselves and what is theirs, in compt,
32   To make their audit at your highness' pleasure,
33   Still to return your own.

34   Give me your hand;
35   Conduct me to mine host: we love him highly,
36   And shall continue our graces towards him.
37   By your leave, hostess.